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“The Meth’ written by Tanmay Kulshrestha is unique one, have literary effect and a message to the society. It is a passport to understand the young generation, their dreams, desires, and feelings. The book has power to create interest inside the reader to unveil a strange world. It is a slogan to make the earth free from the drug.
                 It is a story of everybody. One can feel it and discover his/her soul inside the world of the writer. I personally enjoyed each word, each line, each event and twist in the story.
                I request everyone to read ‘The Meth’ to find a way to save the generation that gradually going inside a fake world of pleasure.


by sarojini pattayat.07/03/2013

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