Little thing called HAPPINESS #1

The feel of being obsessed with the people we admire most. The story we would love to live. The best thing to do while you are tired of the whole world and would like to live another. The magical thing. This is happiness. 


Best is when someone gifts you the whole Harry Potter series as wedding gift. You have a husband who allows you to read till midnight and don’t disturb you. And the happiness you got the feel that you can reread this whole books again and again. Love Harry Potter!! ❤️ Thanks J K Rowling.
P.S. Just trying to keep on writing! 

500 days!

She sipped the coffee and looked into his eyes. He still doesn’t show any hesitation in talking to her. He is waiting for her reply as he asked a normal question. 

‘Today also you are going to walk me to my apartment, Right?’ She asked to broke the silence between them. He smiled and walked to the bill counter. They both exited the restaurant and started walking. She could feel her heart beating so fast while they covered half the way in silence. ‘So, you don’t like me, Right? You don’t like to marry a person like me. I know!’ He was talking normally. She just looked at his face, he smiled and asked ‘What?’ 

‘You don’t know me really! I am a very different creature. Have you seen any girl like me yet. I have goals..’ 

‘Goals like?’ He broke in.

‘I want to start an NGO for street children. I want to start my own Architect firm. I want my stories to get published. I want to buy an apartment my own and live there alone.’ She took a deep breath. He is still smiling at her. ‘Who said this is all big things. These are all normal. You can do everything as your wish. But you should live in the apartment with me and our kids.’ She laughed, but still feeling the weight in her heart. ‘You don’t understand.’ She concluded the conversation and headed towards her apartment.

Back in her room, she took the phone and rewinded the chats. The books he gifted, A walk to remember and the notebook, her favourite Nicholas Sparks is smiling at her. I can’t fall in love with him. How can I? He was a great support to her for the past few months. He know all her hardships, but she don’t know much about his. He is like that only. He came to talk to her only after reading her blog, even she know him for the past one year; she also haven’t tried to talk. Last time she went for a movie with him. First time with a guy alone. She never felt anything awkward. He was clean, never shown and flirty caring drama of normal guys. He always respected her likes and dislikes. He was like a great friend to whom she can lean. But today, he looked straight into her face and told he just need her in his whole life, in happiness and sadness, as his best friend and wife. He just need her answer. She was likely to say you are just my friend. But she didn’t.

Remembering all those moments made her numb. She took the phone and texted him.

‘Do you really loves me?’

After 500 days!

He put the car key in the ignition. ‘Baby, are you sure you took everything in need?’ She got into the seat and smiled at him. ‘Ha Baba, don’t act like my husband!’ He gave the most confusing look in a playful way. She gave a peck on his cheek as he drove the car forward. They rushed through the highway in the car tagged ‘Just Married‘. 

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Tendulkar’s speech! #AtoZchallenge

Who don’t like Sachin Tendulkar?
I guess even people who hates cricket loves him.. At least his smile.. 🙂

Sachin in many ways inspires me.. His autobiography ‘Playing it my way’ is a brillaint work for a cricket lover like me.. As I said yesterday cricket is in my blood.. And Sachin is a reason behind it.. Such an Innocent and down to earth person.. Legend!! I salute him..
Today I would like to share with you guys Sachin Tendulkar’s retiring speech he made on Wankhade Stadium.. It’s worth a read and truly marvelous.. 🙂

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‘All my friends. Settle down let me talk, I will get more and more emotional (crowd gets louder as he composes himself). My life, between 22 yards for 24 years, it is hard to believe that that wonderful journey has come to an end, but I would like to take this opportunity to thank people who have played an important role in my life. Also, for the first time in my life I am carrying this list, to remember all the names in case I forget someone. I hope you understand. It’s getting a little bit difficult to talk but I will manage.

The most important person in my life, and I have missed him a lot since 1999 when he passed away, my father. Without his guidance, I don’t think I would have been standing here in front of you. He gave me freedom at the age of 11, and told me that [I should] chase my dreams, but make sure you do not find shortcuts. The path might be difficult but don’t give up, and I have simply followed his instructions. Above all, he told me to be a nice human being, which I will continue to do and try my best. Every time I have done something special [and] showed my bat, it was [for] my father.

My mother, I don’t know how she dealt with such a naughty child like me. I was not easy to manage. She must be extremely patient. For a mother, the most important thing is that her child remains safe and healthy and fit. That was what she was most bothered and worried about. She took care of me for the last 24 years that I have played for India, but even before that she started praying for me the day I started playing cricket. She just prayed and prayed and I think her prayers and blessings have given me the strength to go out and perform, so a big thank you to my mother for all the sacrifices.

In my school days, for four years, I stayed with my uncle and aunt because my school was quite far from my home, and they treated me like their son. My aunt, after having had a hard day’s play, I would be half asleep and she would be feeding me food so I could go again and play tomorrow. I can’t forget these moments. I am like their son and I am glad it has continued to be the same way.

My eldest brother, Nitin, and his family, have always encouraged me. My eldest brother doesn’t like to talk much, but the one thing he always told me is that whatever you do, I know you will always give it 100%, and that I have full faith and confidence in you. His encouragement meant a lot to me. My sister, Savita, and her family, was no different. The first cricket bat of my life was presented to me by my sister. It was a Kashmir willow bat. But that is where the journey began. She is one of those many who still continue to fast when I bat, so thank you very much.

Ajit, my brother, now what do I talk about him? I don’t know. We have lived this dream together. He was the one who sacrificed his career for my cricket. He spotted the spark in me. And it all started from the age of 11 when he took me to Archrekar sir, my coach, and from there on my life changed. You will find this hard to believe but even last night he called to discuss my dismissal, knowing that there was a remote chance of batting again, but just the habit we have developed, the rapport we have developed, since my birth, has continued and it will continue. Maybe when I’m not playing cricket we will still be discussing technique.

Various things we agreed upon, my technique, and so many technical things which I didn’t agree with him, we have had arguments and disagreements, but when I look back at all these things in my life, I would have been a lesser cricketer.

The most beautiful thing happened to me in 1990 when I met my wife, Anjali. Those were special years and it has continued and will always continue that way. I know Anjali, being a doctor; there was a wonderful career in front of her. When we decided to have a family, Anjali took the initiative to step back and say that ‘you continue with your cricket and I will take the responsibility of the family’.

Without that, I don’t think I would have been able to play cricket freely and without stress. Thanks for bearing with all my fuss and all my frustrations, and all sorts of rubbish that I have spoken. Thanks for bearing with me and always staying by my side through all the ups and downs. You are the best partnership I’ve had in my life.

Then, the two precious diamonds of my life, Sara and Arjun. They have already grown up. My daughter is 16, my son is 14. Time has flown by. I wanted to spend so much time with them on special occasions like their birthdays, their annual days, their sports day, going on holidays, whatever. I have missed out on all those things. Thanks for your understanding. Both of you have been so, so special to me you cannot imagine. I promise you [that] for 14 and 16 years I have not spent enough time with both of you, but the next 16 years or even beyond that, everything is for you.

My in-laws, Anand Mehta and Annabel, both have been so, so supportive [and] loving and caring. I have discussed on various things in life, generally with them, and have taken their advice. You know, it’s so important to have a strong family who is always with you and who are guiding you. Before you start clapping, the most important thing they did was allowing me to marry Anjali, so thank you very much.

In the last 24 years that I have played for India I have made new friends, and before that I have had friends from my childhood. They have all had a terrific contribution. As and when I have called them to come and bowl to me at the nets, they have left their work aside to come and help me. Be it joining me on holidays and having discussions with me on cricket, or how I was a little stressed and wanting to find a solution so I can perform better.

All those moments my friends were with me. Even for when I was injured, I would wake up in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and thought that my career was over because of injuries, that is when my friends have woken up at 3 o’clock in the morning to drive with me and make me believe that my career was not over. Life would be incomplete without all those friends. Thanks for being there for me.

My cricket career started when I was 11. The turning point of my career was when my brother (Ajit) took me to Achrekar sir. I was extremely delighted to see him up in the stands. Normally he sits in front of the television and he watches all the games that I play. When I was 11/12, those were the days when I used to hop back on his scooter and play a couple of practice matches a day. The first half the innings I would be batting at Shivaji Park, the second half, at some other match in Azad Maidan. He would take me all over Mumbai to make sure I got match practice.

On a lighter note, in the last 29 years, sir has never ever said ‘well played’ to me because he thought I would get complacent and I would stop working hard. Maybe he can push his luck and wish me now, well done on my career, because there are no more matches, sir, in my life. I will be witnessing cricket, and cricket will always stay in my heart, but you have had an immense contribution in my life, so thank you very much.

My cricket for Mumbai started right here on this ground, the Mumbai Cricket Association (MCA), which is so dear to me. I remember landing from New Zealand at four o’clock in the morning, and turning up for a game here at eight o’clock just because I wanted to be a part of Mumbai cricket, and not that somebody forced me. That was for the love of Mumbai cricket, and thank you very much. The president is here so thank you very much, along with your team, for taking care of me and looking after my cricket.

The dream was obviously to play for India, and that is where my association with BCCI started. BCCI was fantastic, right from my debut they believed in my ability and selecting me into the squad at the age of 16 was a big step, so thanks to all the selectors for having faith in me and the BCCI for giving me the freedom to express myself out in the middle. Things would have been different if you had not been behind me, and I really appreciate your support. Especially when I was injured, you were right with me and making sure that all the treatments were taken care of, and that I got fit and fine and playing [right] back for India.

The journey has been special, the last 24 years, I have played with many senior cricketers, and even before that there were many senior cricketers with whom I watched on television. They inspired me to play cricket, and to play in the right way. Thanks to all those senior cricketers, and unfortunately I have not been able to play with them, but I have high regards for all their achievements and all their contributions.

We see it on the mega-screen, Rahul, Laxman, Sourav, and Anil, who is not here, and my team-mates right here in front me. You are like my family away from home. I have had some wonderful times with you. It is going to be difficult to not be part of the dressing room, sharing those special moments. All the coaches for their guidance, it has been special for me. I know when MS Dhoni presented me the 200th Test match cap on Day One morning. I had a brief message for the team. I would like to repeat that. I just feel that all of us are so, so fortunate and proud to be part of the Indian cricket team and serving the nation.

Knowing all of you guys, I know you will continue to serve the nation in the right spirit and right values. I believe we have been the lucky ones to be chosen by the Almighty to serve this sport. Each generation gets this opportunity to take care of this sport and serve it to the best of our ability. I have full faith in you to continue to serve the nation in the right spirit and to the best of your ability, to bring all the laurels to the country. All the very best.

I would be failing in my duties if I did not thank all the doctors, the physios, the trainers, who have put this difficult body together to go back on the field and be able to play. The amount of injuries that I have had in my career, I don’t know how you have managed to keep me fit, but without your special efforts, it would never have happened. The doctors have met me at weird hours. I mean I have called them from Mumbai to Chennai, Mumbai to Delhi, I mean wherever. They have just taken the next flight and left their work and families to be with me, which has allowed me to play. So a big thank you to all three of you for keeping me in good shape.

My dear friend, late Mark Mascarenhas, my first manager. We unfortunately lost him in a car accident in 2001, but he was such a well-wisher of cricket, my cricket, and especially Indian cricket. He was so passionate. He understood what it takes to represent a nation and gave me all the space to go out and express myself, and never pressurised me to do this ad or promotion or whatever the sponsors demanded. He took care of that and today I miss him, so thank you Mark for all your contribution.

My current management team, WSG, for repeating what Mark has done, because when I signed the contract I exactly told them what I want from them, and what it requires to represent me. They have done that and respected that.

Someone who has worked closely with me for 14 years is my manager, Vinod Nayudu. He is more like my family and all the sacrifices, spending time away from his family for my work, has been special, so big thank you to his family as well for giving up so much time for my work with Vinod.

In my school days, when I performed well, the media backed me a lot. They continue to do that till this morning. Thank you so much to the media for supporting and appreciating my performances. It surely had a positive effect on me. Thank you so much to all the photographers as well for those wonderfully captured moments that will stay with me for the rest of my life, so a big thank you to all the photographers.

I know my speech is getting a bit too long (crowd roars with ‘noooo’), but this is the last thing I want to say. I want to thank all the people here who have flown in from various parts of the world, and have supported me endlessly, whether I scored a 0 or a 100-plus. Your support was so dear to me and meant a lot to me. Whatever you have done for me.

I know I have met so many guys who have fasted for me, prayed for me, done so much for me. Without that life wouldn’t have been like this for me. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, and also say that time has flown by rather quickly, but the memories you have left with me will always be with me forever and ever, especially “Sachin, Sachin” which will reverberate in my ears till I stop breathing. Thank you very much. If I have missed out on saying something, I hope you understand. Goodbye.’

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All my respect and love to Sachin!! My hero!!

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NOVEMBER again! #AtoZchallenge

November isn’t my favorite month. But November is a special month for me.. 😉

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Days passed as she struggled to get into the routine.. Time flown as she tried to open her eyes in the morning.. Moments jumped as she reached his tie and made it proper.. She ran around the home.. She raced in her work desk.. She closed her eyes and morning fell all of a sudden.. Her eyes decorated dark circles.. Her pen stumbled on words.. Her breath became slow.. She saw the winter coming.. The cold wind gushed through the window.. One more month passed.. It’s November again!! 🙂

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Time to do the unexpected!! 🙂
Happy Blogging ❤

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Love your Life #AtoZchallenge

Life won’t be easy until you know what you can do. Life wont be easy until you find your power. I am powerful when I have a pen and a paper. I am confident when I until I believe i can write. But the most powerful weapon we have is LOVE.. 🙂

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Love can heal anything.. Love is the one thing which connects us.. Love is the feel which makes us keep on living.. Love is what a mother felts for her baby from the day it starts growing in her womb.. Love is when a father hugs his child after scolding him for doing something wrong.. Love is when he kisses his love’s forehead after the first delivery.. Love is she tip toeing into the kitchen without disturbing her man’s sleep..Love is when he gives a piece of chocolate to his sister.. Love is when she helps her brother for the exam.. Love is when she shares her coffee with her love of life.. Love is he holding her hands from stumbling.. Love is in those biscuits bought by Grandma for me believing my childhood favorite is still my favorite.. Love is when your friend lends their shoulder without asking.. Love is when she clutches my fingers and snuggle into the blanket.. 🙂

Love can be a ‘Take Care’.. ‘A Drive Safe’ or a ‘Sleep Tight’.. 🙂
Love is in ‘Stay Blessed’ or ‘Are you ok?’
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Love is when he whispers ‘I love you’ and she returns with a ‘To the moon and back! Always! Forever! Till the last breath!!’
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Brothers – my all time support! #AtoZchallenge

Someone who is already into my blog knows how much I m closer to my brothers. Not to everyone (I almost have a 30-35 cousin brothers in family) but some are vital part of my life. Something that is irreplaceable.. Often my weakness & the best strength.. They makes me laugh most of the time.. 😀 (omit the sober part.. 😉 ) Brother is a feeling.. ❤
I m lucky enough to have some of the best inside my family and away too. Often people will make us feel like family with their heart.. Proud to own them..

New-Arrival-Because-I-Have-A-font-b-Brother-b-font-DIY-Waterproof-Vinyl-font-bFor me brother is someone who is always beside you to lend shoulder to cry and give their nose to punch and laugh.. 😀 Someone who is ready to approve our opinions or who shoots it out straight to your face without making us feel awkward.. 😉 They know that we are ready to take the best from them and ready to give the best for them too.. Someone to whom we can open up our fears and blunders.. Someone with whom you can fight at the night and smile in the next morning.. 🙂 Someone who gives a share of their food if you are hungry and takes away from our plate without asking.. (this one is not about Shabee.. :P) Someone who know you are getting irritated and will keep on irritating.. o_O Someone who is ready to sacrifice their favorite movie for your next day presentation.. Someone who calls every weekend asking are you coming home today..Someone who make big talks when you are in crisis.. And someone who holds you from falling and shouts at mom that your daughter tried to pull me down.. 😀

BA very very very big toast to the big ones and little ones in my life.. My best brother Aashi.. My day & night support Nibin Chettan.. My funny bone Vishnu.. The big big Kp.. I love it when you people say I m the best sister in the world.. 🙂

And a very big hug to my lovely family.. Partners in crime.. my buddy Shibu.. Big bro Shahil.. All time talking & food partner Shabee.. the rock star Aju and super cool Thousi.. ❤
The biggest one Shibukka.. My ibnu’s cool dad Shagikka.. Reading consultant Sudhikka and laughing hub Kochumonkka..

IMG-20151021-WA0012Trust me!! You guys played a big role in making my life around more lively and lighter.. Owe you all.. I got a lot to mould myself from you all..
Love you!! ❤
Stay blessed!!
Long live.. 🙂

Memories rolling on!

I opened the bundle of my memories and it slipped. Scattered on the floor making me smile. I drowned in those memories. I have a load of happy moments with my loved ones to recall. I always wish to relive that time again and again. And my greatest memories…

I have written a zillion times everywhere about the birth of my niece. Here and there I always mention her. She is the sunshine of my life. The most wonderful part happened to me till now. And if I think about her; I can’t pick one single memoir. I have many. Almost four years rolled down with her and I don’t know where I will store the upcoming memories with her in my mind. Obviously the born day is the best memory I have about her.

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She born on a time when I was pursuing my studies and going through so many personal strains and issues. I felt those time as the worst part of my life. Being in a mental crisis I managed to spend most of my time with the baby. My mental stress carved my physical health too. I was slumber all the time and every day I was losing hope in myself. It was on the 25th day after her birth I went and laid beside her. She was sleeping and I was weeping. Till then I had a pastime of making her clutch my fingers with her tiny hands. She never did that her own. I made myself much closer to her not disturbing her sleep and I was thinking about what should I do to regain myself. I closed my eyes and prayed for an answer from Almighty. All of a sudden her tiny fingers moved and clutched my fingers in her sleep and she held it tightly. She gave a bare smile, still with closed eyes and continued her sleep. That moment! It is one of the turning point in my life. That moment I started to find my life and happiness through her. I smiled at her. I talked to her even if she is asleep. I discussed my worries with her hoping she is understanding me. She often gave me smiles or little voices when I ask her something and I started from there. I decided my next step with her. Everyone will feel funny while reading this. What can a one month baby do to you? But for me, I bounced back from there. I resurrected from that little second and here I am; strong enough. While writing this I am having the same chill on my bones I had at that time & a little welled up eyes.

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My baby.. I don’t know whether you will remember how well bonded we both were when you are a kid and I was your aunt.. I don’t know whether you know how well connected we are now.. Time will pass and you may forget the games we played, the stories I made, the lullabies I sung and the walks we had.. I was happy when I saw your first teeth.. I was super excited when you started calling your Mumma.. I jumped in air when I saw you walking.. I felt proud when you always say You wanna grow up and wish to be like me.. I loved it when you copy my little traits and make me laugh.. After all, you made me smile.. smile and smile.. Nothing over ruled my love towards you from the moment you born.. Love you honey!!

“Share your #MemoriesForLife like I’ve done at BlogAdda for HDFC Life.”

Never promise me!

To the love of my life, ❤

This is not the first one I am writing to you; we used to write notes like this. Precisely me. And you were always eager to read my musings and you made clarifications and corrections.. 😛 So, there is nothing special today honey! Today is as special as yesterday. 🙂

I know you hate promises. I know you don’t believe in Vows or Waadas.. Either me too. You trusts me is the best part in our relationship. You listens to every stupidities I blabber and shoots a killer smile at every stupid things I do. You left me independent in my own way & always made me fly. You dragged me into my favorite bookstores and made me smile even at my dull days. You made me sleep in your arms on the days I was off from hectic work days. You never promised me all these.. But you always kept on doing it! ❤

Those evenings in which your fingers entwined in mine.. Your eyes drowned in my eyes and those words from your lips which always makes me smile.. I love You! What else I need from you? 🙂

You never promised to surprise me; but you always! You never promised to care me; but you always! You never promised to make me smile; but you did that every moment. You never promised to walk with me; but you always! You never promised me anything; but you made me happier always making me feel that I am the luckiest girl in the world. You never promised me but I know you silently promised yourself on caring me & loving me! I know you will keep on loving me always. I know you will held me closer always. I know you will make me smile always! ❤

So on this normal special day, dear sweetheart, promise me that you won’t promise me ever. Promise me that you won’t try to flatter me with vows. Promise me that you will be like this forever. 🙂

And in return I promise you that I will keep on loving you. I promise I will be there for you till the last breath. Will care you till the end of the world. Will love you to the moon and back.. Always!! Always!! & Forever!! ❤

Lets walk together in the happiness and the sorrows.. In the worries and laughter.. Every Day & Night!! 🙂

With <3,
The girl you loves! 🙂

 

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BROKEN MAGIC by Balakarthiga

First of all let me say Bala a sorry.. for dragging this review so long.. I was going through a writer’s bloc & thank God; I think I m over it.. 🙂

Usually I am out of this e-book lovers category, I am always comfortable with paper backs. But this is the second one I bought from kindle & the credit of both purchase goes to my little author sister Bala. Bala is little sister to me. A girl who can do wonders with words like Harry potter can do with his wand. (If I have to compare with a female, She is my Hermione.. 🙂 ). A Rahmaniac like me. A Harry Potter fan like me. I guess we share some common interests. Her first kindle edition was a combination of 13 fantastic short stories. Heart strings. And now, Broken Magic is the second kindle publication by Bala. A short love story which starts with one of my favorite quote by Rumi.

When I m with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

51jDBRlcS1L._SX312_BO1,204,203,200_Who never want to fall in love? Don’t say you don’t want to. Everyone wish to fall in love with your perfect match. And what this perfect match means? That’s Bala’s Broken Magic. The story of Aadhi & Nayani. A journey of love with two mismatches. Finding the true magic within. The writer had made it simple, tender & romantic as well. Wrapped in too much of love Broken magic is the story about confusions in a relationship. The love life of two perfectly opposite characters. How they repels & attracts. In Nayani, I saw myself.

They were different. Probably the two most unlikely of people to have fallen in love.
She was a strange girl who said strange things. He was a strange guy who did strange things. Only their individual definition of strangeness varied greatly.
He was a simpleton. She was an eager thinker.
He was an athletic & couldn’t be contained in a room for more than ten minutes, while she was very indoor girl. 
He spoke four languages-All of them learnt in bits and pieces. She knew only two, but had mastered both.
He laughed hard at all the adult jokes and made several of them when with his friends, while she giggles & chuckled over Timon & Pumba.
She wrote vigorously-It was almost a compulsive obsession for her. Everything in her life had been written through. She had ten novels and over a hundred short stories all sitting idle on her desk.
 Her life revolved around books. On the other hand, he was a guy who hadn’t bothered to even touch a work of fiction in his life.
The differences that initially sounded classically romantic, soon turned out to be conflicts & intellectual mismatch.

This is Aadhi & Nayani. And there is even more in their love story. The happiness of togetherness, the magic of romance, the pain of parting & the realization of true love. So many lovely emotions arranged in a wonderful story which makes us read the story in one simple stretch. Go and try to feel the happiness in this simple elegant love story.

‘My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me or cheat on me. No. It’s not the usual threats to a relationship that come to mind when I think of us. It’s the fact that someday, all the magic will be gone and what’ll be left of us is the painfully boring ordinariness I was filled with before I met you. I’m afraid-no-scared to death that your currently deceiving eyes will lose the filters and look at my bare mediocre self, and I m afraid you won’t be enchanted by me anymore.’ She said.

Go and own Broken Magic & take a walk with Aadhi & Nayani. In a moment you will feel like it’s your story.
Available here – Broken Magic by Balakarthiga M

Bala, I m proud of you! Keep on writing & making wonders. Waiting for your next.. 🙂 Love You!! ❤

Hope We Never Meet Again! – The Review

Hope We Never Meet Again by Srinath Krishnamoorthy was one of the most awaited book release for me this year. Amazon did a great job in delivering me the paper back in three days after placing the order. When Srinath first told me about the title of the book; I asked him “Is it a love story, Sri? ” and his reply was weird. “It’s an experiment, dear.” I had too many questions to ask on that simple answer & he clarified my every doubts through his story.

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Srinath Krishnamoorthy is an avid blogger here in WordPress. One of my close writer friend who is always brilliant in making marvelous blog posts. His writings will surely hit your brain. Hope We Never Meet Again is the debut novel from him which comes under a psychic-thriller genre.

This novel is totally different from the conventional Indian novels & possess an International Standard. The story revolves around an IT professional named Varun Diwakar & the novel starts from the day when Varun got killed. The remaining 209 pages confined in 7 chapters are unstoppable. With twists & turns in every chapter, the author really takes us on a roller coaster ride. For me, the novel was unputdownable. It’s all about love, lust, revenge & regret. It’s all about us in the end & which will leave you thinking about ourselves. Enriched with characters & unusual suspense Hope We Never Meet Again is a must-read for everyone. Even it is the first attempt by the author; this one will never disappoint you.

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My selfie with HWNMA 😉

Now go & grab the copy of Hope We Never Meet Again by Srinath Krishnamoorthy. Enjoy reading.

Book available here