[Review] Arti Jain's and all the SEASONS in between

Arti Jain’s book and all the seasons in between is part of the Blogchatter E-Book Carnival 2021.

It was the vivid illustration on the cover of the book that caught my eye. Red hibiscus flowers peeking through clusters of green leaves. The gorgeous, artistic book cover perfectly suits the content inside. Good job by Arshia Jain.

Bright and refreshing - be prepared to whoosh through the magic tunnels of the Valley called Doon with Arti. Not to be missed particularly by those seeking to hone their storytelling skills.

About the Author

Arti Jain, a brilliant writer, poet and YouTuber, is an eclectic artist who uses blogging, poetry, photography, and prose to tell her stories. She is a voracious reader.

A resident of Qatar, Arti finds inspiration to write in the green spaces of her home where she plants trees and welcomes little chirpy winged visitors.

Read more of her notable published works on these links.

She is down to earth and finds joy in little things like enjoying tea while sitting under the neem tree and reading poetry.

About the book

The introduction sets the mood as Arti invites the reader to take a deep breath and sigh out all the to-do lists and glide into her world to drink from the story-waters of heaven. I couldn't wait to start reading after this.

The setting of the book is the Valley called Doon, surrounded by high mountains. The magical world is but a reflection of the real world. Although very different in character the inherent values of both the worlds are the same.

We meet the protagonist, Papadash the Perfect who has magical powers. He is a kind old man who had the ability to talk to plants and help them grow. Papadash the Perfect is approached by a little girl called Artemis who dreams to become the most green gardener of all times. And to achieve this dream she seeks an apprenticeship with none other than Papadash. Papadash agrees but puts forth a condition.

Blue Bird of Middle Himalayas, perched on Mulberry, watched as Papadash, Dragonfly and Artemis reached the shade of her tree.

Papadash turned to Artemis and said, “Now, I know I said I've waited for you since Time began, but this apprenticeship is very, very special.

You have to accomplish a task before you can be accepted. For this is the way of the world.”

Artemis's eyes opened wider. She nodded her head up and down to show him that she was listening.

“You can be my apprentice forever and ever as long as you can spend one day, today, with me in the Great Garden without asking a single question.”

Will Artemis be able to fulfill Papadash's condition? Will she get her wish?

Well, you have to download the book and read it to know the answers for there are no spoiler's here. But let me tell you more about what I absolutely loved about this book.

As Arti takes us through the magical tunnels of the fantasy world, she skillfully weaves in her own magical moments spent with her grandfather, Papaji who is a wonderful soul.

One such afternoon, I found my grandfather sitting under the canopy of his grapevine, bent over a piece of cloth, threading a needle.

“What’re you doing Papaji?” I asked.

“Sill reya haan.” (Stitching) He said without looking up.

His lips and mouth were twisting in sync with his fingers. He’d puncture a hole in the cloth and twist the needle, his lips would twist at the same time. As soon as the needle was through the stitch, his lips and the lines around them would relax. The sewing sequence continued.

He told me he was stitching covers.

“Covers...for what?”


Read and discover why the grapes wore pyjamas, why joint families are like jalebis, few age-old secret recipes, some heart touching poetic verses, and so much more.

I liked this one verse so much, I hope you do too.

In the middle of my childhood, stood a tree.

We called it Shehtoot: an English Mulberry.

Under it, sat an old cot

woven with ropes and knots;

four wooden legs, eight wooden pegs.

Chaarpai in Hindi, a Punjabi munjhi.

Rays of sun filtered through a sky of blue

to dance with bulbuls and sing with you.

They tickled leaves on mulberry’s branches

and fell in jagged lines and patches

on the munjhi’s frayed squares and snatches.

As you flutter and flow in the Valley called Doon, you begin to believe the sanctity of human values and the magical powers of love and devotion. Human, bees, seasons, radishes, age-old recipes and mulberries all occupy equal space and importance in Arti’s world.

The Moon had hung so low and so full on the night of her birth, that her mother decided to name her after the Goddess of Moon.

“We shall call her Artemis.” she told her husband.

Artemis grew up in a field of Wildflowers where her mother and father lived. They were the Beekeepers of the Valley.

“Half for us and half for the bees.” Her father sang an old valley song whenever they went collecting honey.

For it is common knowledge that Man was assigned by the Gods of All Things Sweet as nature's Beekeeper, so the bees would never-ever go hungry and this is the way of the world.

I loved the way she transformed regular household scenes with the magic of metaphors and similes. She definitely knows to weave magic with words.

Under Beji's rule, many monsoons ago, the Kingdom of Kitchen flourished. All its subjects ate delicious food and drank tasty drinks.

The kingdom was small and neat. Everything had a place and there was a place for everything.

It is said that Beji, the Most Powerful, adhered to very strict rules of conduct inside the kingdom. Foolish ministers who forgot those rules were punished severely. They were given clear and precise warnings to mend their ways and if they continued with their follies, sharp arrows of taunts were fired by Beji.

The two most important ministers of the Kingdom of Kitchen, who were known by their names of Mummy and Chachi, could sometimes be heard whispering to each other, out of earshot:

“Don't we have anything else to do all day?” One minister would goad the other.

“Who will look after the princesses' education and their training in the fine art of Recall of Times Tables?” The other would add ghee to the fire of discontent.

Arti takes the reader through the magic tunnels, relishing the sweet memories of her childhood, and I could not help but marvel at her fantastic storytelling skills. The way she intertwined the magic of the real world with the fantasy land, not an easy endeavor.

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Bright and refreshing - not to be missed by those seeking to hone their storytelling skills.