Posted in Movie Review

Enola Holmes: Movie Review

Who knew there could be tears in your eyes at the end of a detective movie?

Enter Enola Holmes. Set in 1884 England, this movie follows the (mis)adventurous life of a teenager abandoned by her mother, forgotten by her brothers, who is kept hidden from the outside world and its demanding social conventions.

Enola, spelled backwards: a l o n e, leads a mostly solitary life with the sole exception of her mother’s company. As such, when she finds out that her only companion has left her bereft, her entire world comes to a halt.
And thus begins her journey on the path of exploration.

Be it tackling reformist issues of the 19th century, fighting for women’s rights in a male dominated country, dealing with the (in)famy that being a Holmes sister brings, discovering family secrets that reek of suspicion, choosing a future for herself that is not somebody else’s idea or simply, trying not to fall for but anyway falling for a young Viscount, Enola sets the example of how just a little bit of passion, desperation, wit and love can make all the difference.

What starts with a young girl falling off a bicycle, clueless and on the look out, ends with a young girl riding away on her bicycle having found her purpose and freedom.

If there’s but one movie you watch in 2020, let it be Enola Holmes. You’ll get to see poetry come into life in the form of flowers. You’ll get to see a dream cast bring out the best of their stories. And above everything, you’ll come across mysteries that require detective-level dedication and you’ll have fun solving them.

A comfort movie in 2020. 10/10 recommended.

– Manasi Varwandkar

“There are two paths you can take, Enola. Yours, or the path others choose for you. Our future is upto us.”



Posted in Book Review

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe: Book Review


Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, 2012

Author of the Book: Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Plotline: A story about two teenage boys making their way through life, trying to fathom the secrets of an unending universe and their own intricate realities.

A book that starts out with a simple friendship, and goes on to confront real world issues ranging from racial and ethnic identity to individualistic freedom and heteronormativity, and even family relationships.

Protagonist Characters:
A.  Aristotle “Ari” Mendoza
B. Dante Quintana

My input: If you don’t believe in love, read this book. If you believe in all that is love, read this book.

A must read for those looking to rekindle their passion for literature and books 🙂

Genre: Coming of Age, Young Adult Fiction.

Number of Pages: 359


“The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.”



– Manasi Varwandkar


Posted in Poetry


Is there a name for what I am feeling?

I look out the window and there’s the blur of a passing traffic
Strangers rushing to dive into destiny
Destiny rushing towards them
Both quite naïve to what the future holds
Who am I to them?

I look around the bus and there’s the sweet buzz of a budding childhood
Some laughter here, some cries there
Kids running about, falling, tripping
An impatience brewing inside them
A longing for home
Who am I to them?

I hear the faint sound of an ice cream vendor ringing his bell
He carries a dejected look on his face
The Sun shines ablaze as he serves his last scoop
hoping to pack up and call it a day
He sighs, as I think
Who am I to him?

There’s an old lady walking down the pathway
With a bag of vegetables and two children by her side
She wears a smile that reaches her eyes
And looks around the busy street
Did she look at me?
Or was it just my imagination?
Who am I to her?

Who am I to her and the thousands of people
I cross my paths with but never quite meet?
Who am I to the little boy who asks me to do his math sum
but disappears as soon as he comes?
Who am I to the man who drives me to school every day
but I know not his name?

Who am I afterall?

Who am I to the boy who lost faith in love
the day he rested his best-friend
six feet underneath the ground?

Who am I to the poet
who gambled away his words?

Who am I to those
whose grief I cannot fathom?

Who am I when not the teller of my own story?

Who am I when I am the fading haze?

A drop within the ocean,
and yet an ocean within a drop

A fleeting memory
that tastes like an epiphany

Who am I to you?
Who am I to this world?

Sonder. Do you feel it too?


-Manasi Varwandkar


Sonder, the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.


a glimpse of sonder