From my first cry to my first word, from my first step to my first fall, from those dirty diaper changes to choosing my regular dresses; you’ve done them all. Remember how I always used to hide behind dad when you scolded me and tell all those secrets to granny which I was warned not to tell and then laugh like a new born baby. From that red anger filled face to that lovely smiling face, from those ears pulling to that warm hugs; I’ve seen them all. A mother is the one to hold your hand when you walk and lift you up when you fall, To see you get into your teenage and let you enjoy your life but still be by your side as a support when you feel that everyone has left you alone, and finally see you become an adult and take up all the responsibilities but still being by your side as a friend with whom you can share your talks and everything. Being a single mother is a difficult task but you never failed in being one and never did ever let us feel the absence of dad. It’s difficult for you…


After schooling, comes the most awaited and essential part of a student’s life, i.e., college life. Remember how we entered school for the first time? Crying and yelling not to go inside but were dragged away from our parents for a few hours. It turned to be a jail for us back then but slowly the friends we made there and the teachers made us feel like home and then home seemed boring. The last day of school and yet again, we were in tears; tears of departure from each other. Yes, even I cried but then I later realised that all the tears which did flow were real but from whom I cried, they weren’t real. The friends I made were double faced (few were exceptions as still date we share an amazing bond). I cursed myself for making such friends but then I thought, “abhi toh college baki hai, for sure I’ll find some good friends and make amazing memories.”
Then the day came, I stepped into my college for the first time and things turned out pretty well. I made some good friends and life was …


Scars and wounds which you gave, Still fresh and deep; Time flew away, Leaving these behind. Memories and hatred which you left behind, Kills me each day; Making me a bit stronger, With every passing day. A broken heart was the gift, In return of my love and care; I regret now for loving you, You'll regret later for leaving me. With each new day, Hatred for you increases; The love died long back, The day you decided to leave. A happier person I'm now, Without you in my life, Without you around my mind, Without you anywhere near me; The world seems a lot better now, Giving me a new meaning to live, With a happy heart and, A sunshine smile.

BOOK REVIEW OF "In The Shadows of Death".


Sheetal Mehra, HR executive with Crescent Technologies, is found murdered in the toilet of a Kolkata hotel after an office party. ACP Agni Mitra finds out about her adulterous ways as he starts investigating into the murder. The miffed husband, a lecherous boss, one of her many jilted admirers – anyone could have killed her. The investigation is stuck in myriad perplexing questions when the murder of Meenakshi Menon, a Director with Altius Finance, hits the headlines. As more murders rock the city, it is not too long before the battle of wits with his unseen adversary turns personal for Agni. A ruthless killer walking the rain-washed streets of Kolkata. A detective battling storms brewing in his private life. Human relations infested with deceit. A generation struggling to cope with fast-changing ambitions and desires. In the Shadows of Death is a gripping page-turner with a heart-rending emotional core.

My Review:

The entire narrative is engrossing without a single superficial li…


“What’s up with your blog? You don’t write these days?” Mandy asked. 
“Blog? Oh yeah, I mean... like... I... I stopped writing.” Relisha replied. 
“But why?” He asked.
All blank and without any perfect reply to his question, she replied, “I don’t know, I just stopped writing.”
“Such a stupid girl you are. The one who is even afraid to face herself and speak out the truth.” He said.
Silence all around, just the horns blew and the bus kept on moving. 
“Bae?” he shook Relisha and let her come out of her dreamland and said, “Answer me.”
“I just don’t know why I stopped writing.” She replied.
“Seriously?” Mandy stressed on it.
“Ok. I stopped writing after he broke up with me.” I replied with tears in my eyes.

Those few last days before he broke up.
Seen, but no reply. 
Online, yet ignored. 
“Hello?” Relisha texted him yet again. 
“Yes say.” He replied. 
“Yes say? What kind of a reply is this?”
“A normal reply. What more do you expect?”
“Ok. Then bye.”

Days passed and no normal conversa…

BYE 2015. HELLO 2016.

For the year ends here, I smile and bid a goodbye to 2015. The year which taught me not to trust someone blindly, showed me who my real friends are, helped me discover the world, and made me strong enough to face the outer world alone. Started a new life, Said goodbye to the one I loved, Broken and recovered on my own, I stand here, with this smiling face of mine.  New friends made way into my life, making it a better place for me, and making me smile all the time. To the days spent in sadness, I can’t reverse and make them the happy days of my life, neither can I re-live those happy moments, when I wanted my life to pause for a while; nor can I go back to the nights I cried, and stop those tears from falling down. Everything has gone, everything coming my way will be new. The lessons I learnt will be with me always, new ones await my way. With every end comes a new beginning, So with a smile I bid goodbye to 2015, and with a happy heart I welcome 2016.

I end my year with this post. Short and simple. 

A Very Hap…


Regrets and mistakes, are the memories we make, Knowingly unknown.

A Haiku is a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.