Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Book Review: Seven Days without you by Anmol Rana


  • ISBN # 978382473282
  • Genre: Fiction/Romance
  • Publishers: Frog Books
  • Price: Rs. 195/- (I got this book from the author requesting for a review)
Friendship and love go hand in hand. Like it is said if you cannot be friends you can never be lovers for friendship is the first step towards love.  Seven days with you by Anmol Rana is a book which captures this magic beautifully.

Behind The book
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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Random Thoughts

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I am beaming right now as I strike off the first thing on my wishlist 2013 :

Sit on a merry-go-round.

Friday, June 21, 2013

A message

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My dearest Privy,

For the past nine days you've been ignoring me. How come you can do that. I know you love to spend time with me and you find little peace when you are with me.
Then, why are you ignoring me???? I need an answer....please at the earliest

Your's truly,

Sweetheart you are a part of my soul.... and I cannot exist without you. I know what I have been through in this 9 days that I have been away from you. This is perhaps the longest that I have done so and each and every moment has been a pain I inflicted deeply on my soul... But then I also know YOU are the only one on this earth to whom I don't need to explain anything for YOU understand everything. You accept me with open arms all the time and yes I am coming back to you NOW for I need you. You are and therefore I am !! 

A very dear friend Gayatri sent me this while I was away from blogging. I found it too cute and had to cherish it somewhere in the realms of my life, on this blog

Thursday, June 20, 2013


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I remember your first touch… each moment, each movement carefully etched on my soul.
Gazing into your deep dark eyes I unearth a desire which only I can suffice.
Holding me by my waist you pull me closer, outlining each and every curve of my body.
Tender…..yet passionate…soft yet maddening… that’s how your touch is.
It is like that stone which falls into water creating ripples and then drowns in its vastness.
As the passion makes me sway you hold me tightly in your arms.
Clutching me delicately like a flower…waiting to be taken,
You smother me with kisses as a wave of want engulfs us
Fingers intertwined together you pull me closer…closer…dipping deeper and deeper in the ocean of desire.
There is an unknown music to which our bodies sway...Tides and ebbs…ebbs and tides... The waves just refusing to stop.
You unveil the darkest corners hidden in me…filling up the crevices with abundance.
That one touch...Which takes me up to the peak of ecstasy; with that you make me whole!
You make me yours with it…taking a part of it...yet painting a new me.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Random Thoughts

Today I apologized once again. For no fault of mine. And yet it killed another part in me. I somehow cannot comprehend the relationship between me and forgiveness. 

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Random Thoughts

I have had a beautiful affair with the rains. The slight nip in the air, the darkening skies, shimmering lightning, cool breeze, swaying trees as if to welcome the rain God – all this giving away to first drops of rain; sheer magic!! Who would not be in love with them?

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Every time they come they bring along a flood of memories. Beautiful, heart touching memories of first love, romance in the air, holding hands, feeling the underlying passion, freshly washed leaves adding to the greenery, the misty smell of earth after the first few drops of rain, grey somber atmosphere sometimes making me a poet and sometimes a dancer… while sometimes it makes a thirsty soul waiting for the raindrops to quench my thirst.… all this is synonymous with rains for me.

But this time somehow the rains have brought loads of pain and hurt reminding me of broken hearts, shattered dreams, unrequited love and of passion which went cold with the passage of time. Today my heart seems more like a parched piece of earth, devoid of any feelings with its cracks laid bare open for each one to see. Yet none chooses to stop, they all move ahead casting just a glance maybe of pity.

Yes this parched piece had seen greener pastures and happier times but today all that is left is fistful of memories which perhaps are more painful than this dry pain.

Sunday, June 09, 2013

I wrote... I write

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I began writing when I was 10. Having written my first poem I was very happy when my teacher had displayed it on the notice board for weeks together. Gradually I entered my teens and love happened. And so was born the poet in me. Love, love and more love that's all that I could write about. It all meta morphed only into poems - lyrical and rhyming. Love brought along heart break and pain which only deepened my poems. 

Somewhere in the coming years that poet got buried beneath the hurt, jealousy, anger and the other things that come along with busy-ness in life, leaving me no time to pursue what my heart loved the most. Very soon my first love, with words was forgotten. 

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Book Review: The Homing Pigeons by Sid Bahri

·         ISBN # 978-93-80349-91-6
·         Genre: Fiction
·         Publishers: Srishti Publishers
·         Price: Rs. 150/- 

I had been reading a lot of positive reviews about this book on Face book and good reads. The attractive cover page and the interesting tag line (Not all love stories are perfect, but then, neither are people) added to the alluring touch. I googled the author, reached his website and read the sample chapters …. Only to become more curious to know where this does all lead to!

So the moment I got an opportunity I bought this book from Flipkart to quench the thirsty me.

Behind The book
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 “…. A remarkable novel by a first-time novelist of immense promise…often exquisitely rendered…. Exceptional achievement that deserves all the plaudits it is sure to garner.” – Dr. Shashi Tharoor.

Sunday, June 02, 2013

A touch-me-not’s tale

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I was 9 when all this had happened for the first time. What do you understand when you are of that age… you just know your world is full of rainbow colours, sweetness of chocolates fills it, with lovely dolls for company and beautiful dresses to doll you up. Your mother is the magician for you as there is nothing that she cannot fix – broken dolls, injuries, torn notebooks, incomplete homework, pending projects anything was curable by her. I wish life continued to be in this blissful state as broken hearts and shattered dreams was something nobody could mend.