Will you still love me?

 

This book will be my always close to heart. a day before when I left my hometown after 10 months of a gap for my dreamland, my best friend gifted me this. I am thankful to him for letting me close to this book of Ravinder Singh. I completed this book during my train journey....

One more day one more grand creation from Ravinder Singh. This person can genuinely make you begin to look all starry eyed at his words and you will simply stay there engrossing everything and acknowledging how profound his words will contact you.

This story isn't only a conventional story. An alternate romantic tale by and large. It's a story that begins with fellowship, proceeds with affection, and finishes with a directive for OUR COMMUNITY. The relationship so emphatically sewed together and the nitty gritty clarification of each second similarly illuminating all the character and our everyday battle and the cultural mentality that change under impact.

The message that this book show is exceptionally vital and I thank the writer for carrying this theme to take note. I'm not discussing what and how the story goes about yet something which I feel is more profound and the genuine intention behind this work.

This is an account of a young lady named Lavanya and a kid named Rajveer. Lavanya, an autonomous, solid, and sure north - eastern young lady, and Rajveer, a Punjabi fellow who couldn't care less traffic rules. This is a delightful excursion of a glad couple who met by predetermination and later need to confront the high points and low points of coexistence. Rajveer's absence of interest in observing rush hour gridlock rules costs him everything and that transforms himself for good.

This book has a nitty gritty portrayal of lovely northeastern states which I loved perusing. It seemed like I was in those spots living it up with Lavanya and Rajveer. The plot was acceptable and the portrayal kept me snared till the end.

Thusly, whoever is perusing this audit simply trust me and give this book an opportunity, you will in the wake of perusing this will take a gander at your life in a manner for aware way and ideally will transform into a more capable resident!

"Forgiveness is the biggest gift one can give to somebody who has accepted the fault and learned a lesson" There is nothing greater than the Power of Love and Forgiveness.

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The Everyday Book ...

  

I opened the book of the today 

Flipped through the pages with my myriad moods 

And decided to stride in without expectation. 

Not easy my friends, let me tell you! 

To explore the same sentences day to day. 

“Challenge” then that becomes the word of every day .

As I kept unfolding I met a few fiends and lots of enemies, that I carry within.

I shared with them through the laughs and tears in openness.

Hit a few bumps, a lot of twists and turns and steep climbs

Slowly the weighted worded world began to disappear. 

The riddles in the clouds, challenged me. 

The stories of the butterflies, laughed with me. 

The rhymes of the birds, became the song to my dance. 

The dragons of the mind, like little ladders to the light. 

The spaceships of dreams, soaring through the misty sky. 

The love of the creations, making me come alive. 

There is no frigate like this “everyday book”. 

Slowly it steers you always and then propels you back.

Rows you deeper into the ocean, makes you drown in the waves and anchors you . 

When I am finished with this very ordinary today 

I wish to be overwhelmed to begin reading it, again! 

That’s just my gratitude, for this breath of today, in the ordinary book of everyday. 

🌼 Mythological monologues 🌼

 

Envision yourself sitting in a stay with every one of these characters taking 'the love seat' individually and sharing their most profound haziest considerations in the least complex of words.

Mythological Monologues is one of those mixed books which can be on your shelves for quite a while. The bookworm, of any age, who might have an interest in legendary characters would think that it's intriguing to peruse this one by the Author: Purba Chakraborty. This book is an mixture of verses dependent on reverend characters of the Mahabharata and the Ramayana.

This book will be an incredible perused for every one of those craving to comprehend this extraordinary epic from various arrangements of eyes and particular insights. This book isn't only a book of verse. It's where characters found the stage to discuss their feelings.

It helped in their therapy and purgation of feelings. The sonnets not just go about as a source for the characters to communicate yet additionally clean themselves in the fire of verse by forfeiting their voracity, desire, envy, and different sins. From a spectator's perspective, the sonnets resemble a cross where characters apologize, acknowledge their wrongdoing of missing the mark concerning the brilliance of God, and recover themselves. They make up for themselves and achieve the brilliance of God or the supernatural temperance of authenticity. This isn't a book of sonnets where the individuals of the past are talking. This is a book of sonnets where characters of the immortal are addressing the current age of individuals.

Although I knew about the vast majority of those characters yet it was truly entrancing to think about them like a speech. It portrayed the difficult work and the examination that the writer had done to depict these characters in the book. A well-suited use of representations and similies assisted me in understanding the genuine feeling of the characters.

This is the main verse book that I have perused, and I am glad to understand that the idea in every sonnet can be the focal topic of a free novel in itself. It shows the profound clearness of contemplations that the creator had about the subject.

I prescribe this book to all the bookworms who love imaginative stories or need to find out about the regarded and not popular characters of these sagas.

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I was a smile, Fragile yet strong ......

I was a spec 

Chaos contained in a human soul 

Broken & flawed I lived in the infinite 

Wallowing to find that balance. 

I was a smile

Fragile yet strong 

Seeking the calm in the infinite macrocosm 

Being alive in its magic spell. 

I was a silence

Architect of my own soul

A seashell wrapped in the ocean

Churning in my own incongruities. 

I was a tear

Not afraid to let go 

Rolling from my eyes to reach the lips 

Blurting out the pain & sorrow. 

I was a pearl of sweat 

Swimming in the waves 

Sapped by the joy of this vessel’s ache

Transcending into the depths of me.

I was an idea 

Floating formless in this emptiness 

Flying with wings of love & surrender 

Soaring in the skies fearless. 

I was a petal 

Unfolding a day at a time 

Bleeding my sorrows through the blooming 

Defining myself in the colourless. 

I was a lyrical note 

Moving yet still 

Resonating with beats of anomaly 

Pulsating in the vibrations of this music called me.

I was a light 

A galaxy of fireball stars 

Raw & powerful in my own darkness 

Conflagrant from within in my fire.

I was silent witness 

Neither this it that

Yet I was the rainbow & the storm

Fierce in my halo of awareness. 

I was a pause 

Evolving to the scars of time 

Scraping & healing in my  wounds 

Living in the manifestation of the moment.

I was a nothing 

Detached yet contained 

Fragmented in this dance of life 

Yet a complete whole in the garland of love. 

And be the love, lover and loved....

Would it be better if I were not the body? 

Devoid of the pain, 

I could be that bright flame,

And detached from the intense sorrow at the Centre. 

Not a tear, smile or calm - simmering in it all. 

Would I be lighter if I were not the word? 

Free of the baggage,

I could stop the mind from judgments 

And pause the constant swing between emotions. 

Not a meaning, a poem, a character - forever creating anew. 

Would I be aligned if I were not the movement? 

Beyond the constraints of the form 

I could let the energy flow unabashed 

And be beyond the control of time , in this moment.

Not boxed, caged, restricted- flying in the colours.

Would it be better if I were not the question?

Filled with acceptance 

I could simply burn in passion 

And become a traveler on the path of awareness.

And not a beginning, end, or nothing- a seeker full of light. 

Would it be better if I were not me?

Soaked in love 

I could embrace my own surrender 

And be the love, lover and loved.

Not the need , want, desire - just the energy of love. 

Without the distance between you and me 

Without the this and that of the two beings

Without that which makes the egos of a you and a me

Merging in the waves of bliss.