A Pair and One More




By the sea,

On the sand

Our feet entwined

You write on my feet

With yours

In words I cannot define

That I am yours

And you, henceforth,

Are mine.


From You and I

To Us and We

But sometimes,

Less of You,

More of Me

And some other times,

More of You,

Less of Me,

And so,

No more Us, no more We.



Those waves

Just hit the shore.

No barrier of entwined feet

A pair and one more

Just the wet sand

And infinite memories

In my verse, you and I

Continue to live together

Even when reality speaks

A million other stories.




Tangled! : My entry for the Get Published contest


This is a story about a young girl and a comparatively not-so-young boy. The protagonist, Samara is a fifteen year-old introvert. She is the only daughter of two upper middle class parents. Caught in between the frequent fights of her parents and their unbearable ignorance, she begins sharing her innermost feelings and desires with a complete stranger. This stranger, our not-so-young protagonist, is a 26 year old struggling journalist. With time, the bond between the two grows, and she begins to find in him, the friend she never had. During one such grave argument, her parents decide to split up. She overhears their conversation and tries to contact her only friend, who, as luck may have it, is himself going through a tough time finding a job that pays him enough to survive in even the most ordinary corners of Gurgaon; and to top it all, his girlfriend breaks his heart by breaking the news of her engagement, to him. Wasted Aarav returns home to a number of offline messages from Samara.

Hey! Are you there?



We need to talk!

You there?

Say something!


Where are you!??!

Why aren’t you here when I need you?! 😥

My parents are getting a divorce. 😥 I just don’t know how to react to this. I don’t know what to do..

Are you there? BUZZ!

I just wanna run away from here. 😥  I have no one. No place to go..


In his semi-consciousness, Aarav leaves her a couple of messages too. The next morning, Aarav wakes up to a constantly ringing doorbell. He sleepily walks up to the door and finds a young girl, tall and breathtakingly beautiful, dressed casually and carrying a bigger-than-normal handbag, at his door.

“Hi Aarav. I am Samara.”



What makes this story real?

It so happens, that some of the most honest conversations we ever have, happen with complete strangers. We live in a constant fear of being judged. And talking to a stranger, online, rules that out. When I was in my teens, I had many such online friends who knew some of my deepest secrets. When I faced any seemingly unbearable adversity, I felt like running away from my own world and into their seemingly flawless one. But I never did. Here, I try to explore, what if I had?

Why this story needs to be told?

Because, the fun hasn’t begun yet! Poor Aarav ends up giving away his address in those offline messages. But what will he do now? Will he send her back? Or invite her in? Will Aarav be the one to decide the course of his destiny or destiny will shut him up and turn his life upside down?





This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

Book Review : The Other Side Of The Bed






Author : Bhavya Kaushik

Genre : Fiction

ISBN : 978-81-924809-3-0

Rating : 4/5


The first 20 pages of any book I pick decide if I am going to spend the next few hours watching a movie. When I began reading “The Other Side Of The Bed”, which, by the way, is Bhavya’s debut novel, I was totally captivated by the way he weaves magic with his words. By the time I reached the fifteenth page of the book, I just knew- this book is going to be my companion for the next few days.

The story is about Nakul, a newlywed Assistant Professor, who loses his four-week-old wife and childhood companion, Tamanna, and Devyani, a journalist, who loses her mother, in a series of bomb blasts in the Pink City. Together the “Grief-Mates” embark on a journey through the five stages of grief- Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance, to reach a point where they can truly let go of their sorrow and embrace life as it comes to them. On this journey, they meet and interact with some more people who lost their loved ones in the serial bombing attack and in the process of helping them, heal themselves.

Bhavya Kaushik is one enchanting wordsmith! He has definitely poured his heart out on the book and every page reflects those emotions. The novel contains some hauntingly beautiful lines. One of my favorites, which is, well, just one of the many more bewitching lines in the text, is:

When I was asleep, somebody came and disassembled me into thousand pieces and then hurriedly put me back together in a second, losing some of my pieces on the ground, or placing some of them incorrectly.

Bhavya surely knows how to tell a story and tell it well enough to keep his reader hooked. Although the book contains some grammatical and spelling errors here and there, but that’s just a printing-error and it still doesn’t stop the book from standing out.

You’ll smile and then you’ll be appalled. You’ll weep and after a couple of pages, you’ll be inspired to wipe those tears off. Their stories will make you want to write your own, their agony will make you forget your gloom, their thoughts will leave you thoughtless and simultaneously, provoke your thoughts and their words, their words will break your heart and at the same time, fill those cracks with hope and faith. So, next time you come across a bookstore or are idly surfing some online shopping sites, do get your very own copy of “The Other Side of the Bed”.


Happy New Year..!

Here’s wishing you and yours a very prosperous and glorious year ahead. 

May your resolutions last a month longer than they did last year.

May your dreams be bigger and brighter than they were the last year.

May you work harder, be healthier and live happier than you did last year.

May your goals be a little less hazy and your desire to achieve them, way more unshakable.

To Success, Health and Happiness!

Cheers!! 🙂