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Book Review | My Singapore Fling

My Singapore FlingTitle: My Singapore Fling
Author: Sudesna Ghosh
Pages: 84
Price: INR 99

My Singapore Fling by Sudesna Ghosh is a contemporary, fast-paced and engaging read on modern dating in India and its woes. You will meet Dipa, a 30-something Bengali, Kolkata-based writer. She’s had her share of heartbreaks and now seeks a fun, meaningless, no-strings attached fling. And so she travels to the island city of Singapore in search of an accent. Yes, an accent. Because she is crazy about men with British and Australian accents!

What struck me about My Singapore Fling the most that it is very Indian in its setting and context. And is devoid of any guilt or judgement. Dipa seeks a fling, and she is extremely honest about it to herself and gal pals. No covering up of the intentions or motives. Ghosh’s writing also lays bare the many insecurities that women must come to terms with in a changing India today. Do not also miss the strong emphasis on the importance of your gal pals. Across countries and time zones.

The word hedonism often came to mind while flipping the pages, and I was left with a silent smile. Because Ghosh often articulates a women’s oft ignored dreams and desires. Dipa is very clear about she wants, and her honesty is refreshing. With My Singapore Fling, I was often reminded of Bridget Jones and Sophie Kinsella.

I also had a hidden agenda. I’ve read two of Ghosh’s previous titles: News Now – Being A TV Journalist and What Would I Tell Her @ 13 and was curious to trace her evolution as a writer. And My Singapore Fling made me feel all warm and fuzzy within.

I’d say the book is best enjoyed with a dessert and beverage of your choice. And I know what I’m gifting my gal pals next!

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