After Noah campbell leaves his hometown for ten years, his girlfriend convinces him to return. Noah rediscovers his childhood while slowly starting to explore his underlying hatred for nostalgia.

It is New Year's Eve, 1982, and the whole gang is at Victor and Nandini's house. The Godfather is on repeat upstairs. Baila music is blaring from the record player in the lounge. Poppadoms are frying in the kitchen. And Preethi, tipsy on youth and friendship and covert cigarettes out the window, just wants to belong. But what does that mean, to belong? Is it: paying over the odds for a bottle of whisky? Getting lost with your impassive grandmother on the way home from school? Mourning for Elvis? Adopting a child whose skin is darker than yours? Marrying an English boy? Learning how to speak in a voice that doesn't remind you of your father? Feeling awkward at an office barn dance? Losing your lover, twice? Vowing to destroy the world and then changing your mind? Is it something else, just out of reach? From that New Year's party to a family funeral, via ghetto blasters and growing pains, through 7/7 and the world according to Charlie Chaplin, life in all of its complexity happens to Preethi, Nil, Lolly, Rohan, and their tightly knotted Sri Lankan families in south London. Tracing the fine lines of politics, tradition and community, Roshi Fernando's stunning collection of linked stories pulls us back, back, to the knowledge of home.

Nearly a decade has passed since he left this town. Now, he's back, stepping into a world that feels both familiar and foreign. He left behind things he'd rather forget, but there are things he must remember if he wants to find his way back home. This book follows the journey of a young man returning to his hometown for the first time in many years. Through his reflections, the story explores the complexities of growing up, being queer in a small town, and the ways love can be misunderstood, lost, and rediscovered.

Being in your twenties is weird. Things change and life happens. Growing up, failing and lots of first-times-feelings. It is about heartbreak, failing and loosing yourself but also getting up again, growing and learning to appreciate. This book is what you want it to be for yourself.

Diaries! People write diaries to scribble, to write about their secret crush or a dream they had the other night. People write diaries intending to keep the stuff they've been through on their own and hope that no one else reads it. For me? I write diaries to tell a story. My story. And even though it might be as confusing as my life lately, that is what life is about... right? Growing up, moving on, that is life as hard as it might be, we can't avoid it:) May not be suitable for younger readers

"That's what makes it addictive. The idea of escaping, numbing the pain. But you will fall into a rabbit hole darker than Alice could have ever imagined." Heartbreak, unsent letters, scattered expectations, glimpses of hope, caring friendships. This anthology tells the stories of certain individuals trying to cope with life. Fragmented in narratives, poems, prose and letters the stories come to life and take the reader on a journey of reflection, mishaps and ultimately demonstrate that our inner life's are not misfortunes, but mere odysseys of self-discovery. All it takes is a little empathy and sensitivity. All it takes is 7 minutes to change one's life.

In the depths of the human soul, we come across immeasurable worlds. The book "She; the Pomegranate" invites you to explore these and get involved in the twists, turns, and tangy surprises of our inner landscapes. You are not holding a soulless life guide in your hands, but a collection of poetry. From the tangled roots of despair to the sweet blossoms of resilience, these poems reflect the bittersweet process of healing. May these lines not just be words, but guidelines on your own path to healing. In the diversity of emotions and uniqueness of each story, we find a common language that reminds us that we are not alone. So, peel back the layers, savour each metaphorical bite, and embrace the messy, dazzling journey that is life. Because just like a pomegranate, you are worth the mess.