Destiny Decides by PG Van


 

 
DESTINY DECIDES… A tale of two hearts in search of true love
by
P.G. VAN
 
 
 
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Sameera lives a simple and fun life that she has structured with utmost care ensuring that she was focused on work and also keeps in touch with the classical dancer in her. Sameera has endured tough times in her life at a young age and wonders if she could ever hang on to anything that makes her life perfect.
Nick is a successful businessman who went to high school with Sameera, back when they lived in India. He re-enters her life taking her by surprise and in no time expresses his love for her. He wins her heart with his enigmatic but sweet gestures. He convinces her to move in with him.  Nick gives her the confidence and support that she needs to overcome her doubts.
Sameera starts to feel like Nick is the secret to happiness, she finds out that there is a search underway for her. Nick tells her that an Indian royal family is trying to locate her family. Fully convinced that it was a misunderstanding she ignores Nick’s warnings about the people that were searching for her and travels to India for a family emergency.
 
A member of the Royal Family that has been searching for her, meets Sameera as soon as she reaches India. Nick follows her to India a short while later and asks her to marry him to which she agrees whole-heartedly. The story ends on a happy note but with an open question around why Nick’s extended family in India is looking for Sameera’s family.
 
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Excerpt from #DestinyDecides
I was running through this list in my mind when I heard a very soft knock behind me. I turned around and found Nick standing in the doorway in a dark gray suit and his seductive smile on his face.
Not caring about what I had in my hand, I let it drop to the floor and ran into Nick’s arms. His tight hold and the sweet masculine smell were proof that I was not hallucinating.
“Nick,” I said finding my voice and added, “When did you get here?”
He gently put his arms around me and said, “I got here when you were just about to wrap up your lovely dance,” and added, “I am still wondering how you can move your waist so gracefully.”
Nick brushed his lips against my sweaty temple and let out a heavy breath. This simple gesture kick started my heart to a heart rate no amount of workout would give me. Nick moved his arm down my back to the waistband of my capris and expecting him to sneak his fingers in to find my waist chain, I pulled back slightly and said, “Give me fifteen minutes to shower and change,” and asked, “Where are we going for dinner?”
Nick smiled at me and said, “Where we are headed, you are better off not changing now.”
I looked at him suspiciously and asked, “What does that mean?”
“Why don’t you grab your stuff, and I will tell you on our way there,” he teased as I put on my sleeveless vest over my sports bra.
As Nick walked towards the parking lot, I went to the locker to grab my bags and went back into the parking lot to find him standing next to my car. I dished out my keys from my bag, and as I approached him with my car keys in my hand, in a swift move, he grabbed the keys out of my hand and said smiling, “You will not need your car tonight.” As I looked at him in utter confusion, I saw him wave to someone and in the next instance, I saw Mitch, the limo driver, emerge from the darkness and catch my car keys that Nick had tossed to him.
“Mitch, you know where the car needs to go?” Nick asked him, and Mitch replied, “I got it, Nick.”
“Nick, what’s going on?” I asked annoyed with his action.
“We can go in my car, and Mitch will give your car keys to Nethra after he drops it off at your place,” Nick clarified.
“Nate is at home? How do you know that?” I inquired.
“I know because she came to meet Srini at the airport, and they were headed to your place,” he said thoroughly enjoying himself looking at my expression.
Nick signaled to Mitch to give him his car keys and as Mitch tossed the keys, I reached for them and grabbed them mid-air before Nick could get them.
Mitch looked at Nick apologetically, to which Nick said, “No worries, Mitch,” and smiled at me.
“So, will you be driving us to our destination?” he asked, his tone filled with joy.
“Yes, I most definitely can,” I said looking at the keys and realizing that what I had in my hand was a key fob for a Porsche, and the fob was designed to look like a little Porsche car.
“This key fob is so cute, and this is not the car I thought you were driving,” I said confused.
“The Rover is to take my mom around as she refuses to ride in my Porsche,” he said smiling.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as I wondered if I should really drive his car. I saw Nick look at me with a wicked smile on his face. Refusing to chicken out, I held my chin high and said, “Let’s go.” I heard him chuckle behind me as if he knew I was terrified to drive his mean machine to an unknown destination. With a high sense of pride, I clicked the unlock button on the key fob. The car was a few cars away and was a midnight blue Porsche Carrera 911 and looked super sexy in the night lights.
I walked around to the driver’s side and in the dim lights on the inside I saw the sight that made my heart sink. This model was one of the very few cars in its class that still offered a stick shift, and this model pacified the stick shift driving enthusiasts with the seven-speed transmission. I hesitated for a few seconds debating if I should take the risk of driving the car. Nick was observing my reactions to the things that I have been discovering and asked in a soft voice, “Having second thoughts, love?”
“No,” I blurted out with immense pride and opened the door to put my bags in the back seat gracefully sliding into the low slung, deep-pocketed driver’s seat. Nick took off his suit jacket and put it in the back seat. He undid a couple of buttons on his shirt and kicked back into the passenger seat.
Nick looked at me as I sat in silence looking around the interior of the car in awe and very softly said, “Ignition to your left, key fob in there, and I suppose you are familiar with the third pedal down there?”
“Nick, I can’t do this. I just wanted to show you how annoyed I was when you took my keys,” I confessed putting my face in my palms.
‘Sameera, you can do this. I know you learned how to drive a stick shift back in India,” he encouraged.
“Nick, that was ages ago, and this is such a nice car and I am so intimidated by the power of this beauty,” I said my voice trembling.

 

“Sameera, don’t worry about the car. I know you love fast bikes and cars so enjoy the drive.” 

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P.G. Van
 
P.G. Van lives in San Francisco and she published her first novel, Destiny Decides… in October 2015 and cannot stop writing. She loves to spend time with family and is a strong believer of retail therapy (mostly shops for boots and purses!!). She enjoys giving her readers an escape to the world of love and romance.

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To the next level


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Have I ever mentioned that how long I’ve been blogging? Almost 13 years. I started back when I was just 20 and rediff.com had come out with their blogging section. And in these years, I went from zero traffic to a few thousand page views to a few hundreds of subscribers to more than 50 awards in winning contests through my blog. And after almost 1,300 posts on this little blog and who knows how many more on elsewhere as a guest writer or contributing writer in many blogs and websites, I have decided to shift to a next level to get the most out of my blog as for me my blog is my biggest asset.

While having a free WordPress or blogger site is a great way to get started as a newbie, but with so much of experience and posts, it also has it’s limitations in terms of taking the blog to the next level and a self hosted blog would definitely open doors to monetization, plugins & design and may be give a chance making the blog a source of income and branding myself in a better way.

Is there anything worse than publishing an article and nothing happens after that? It doesn’t go viral, there aren’t any comments? I do have loyal readers who read and comment but for my blog’s growth, I need more engaged readers.

I know you might fight me on this one, but the truth is EVERYONE is on Facebook including the book clubs I am member of to the authors who contact me to review their books. Having a Facebook page would allow my readers to get to know a different side of me. The more they feel like they know me, the more they will trust me and in the blogging world, I strongly feel I whole lot of trust in order to get anywhere.

Email is an easy way to gently alert loyal readers about newly published blog posts. Most readers won’t have my blog bookmarked and fewer still would periodically check in to see if I’ve written a new article since their last visit. Fortunately, everyone checks their email.

With all these ideas in mind I want to take my blog to the next level by shifting to an independent dotcom, make my Facebook page more active then it is right now and send out any mailers as I don’t have an email service provider assigned to my blog, I would start with Mailchimp, for the automated emails with my latest blog posts.

I’ll publish a post as soon as I’m safely on the other side!

#AdviceThatMattered


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Do you have someone who is great, spends time with you, cares for you, and is an important person whose #AdviceThatMattered? Well, I do, and she has brown dyed hair, black eyes, and a caring touch. She is my mother. To the nicest human being I have ever known. She advised me to be compassionate to all people. I would not be the person I am today without the absolute love and support of my mom.

From my earliest years, reading was an integral part of my life. My parents and brother all loved to read. My mother not only taught me the alphabets at an early age, she saw to it that I was supplied with good books. As a result, I learned to read and write at a very early age.

During my teen age, I discovered the joys of creative writing. I can still remember the first article I ever wrote. From that time on, I wrote constantly. Needless to say, from the beginning, my mother encouraged my creative writing.

My love of reading and writing improved my life in so many ways. Through books, I learned so much about the world, about life and got to escape the real world’s trials and troubles. And writing has given me a marvellous creative outlet as well as developing my content development abilities.

I thank mom. She was the only person that believed in my dream to be the best in writing. She watched as I slowly but surely progressed in the world of writing. The greatest feeling in the world came when I finally got good enough to write for newspapers and magazines. I learned from her that to stick with no matter what the end result, feels so much more satisfying than giving up.

My goal, at present, is to use my experience to make my name in the literary field. In addition, the Internet offers me a way to keep my hand in, regarding fiction-writing. One of my dreams is to become a published author, and I have taken some steps during this year to achieve that and I owe my success to my mother’s amazing advice which she gave me that strivers achieve what dreamers believe. If you put your mind to it, you can do it. Be careful what you wish for because you might get it. And I have taken her advice sincerely and I’ve been through it already.

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His Drunken Wife by Sundari Venkatraman


Marriages Made in India
Book #2
HIS DRUNKEN WIFE
 
by
Sundari Venkatraman
 
Blurb
 
The badass Shikha is startled when the nerdy Abhimanyu proposes marriage. She loves… herself, and Abhimanyu doesn’t figure on her list anywhere. For Abhimanyu, however, it was love at first sight when Shikha walked into RS Software, where the two of them work.

When Abhimanyu shows her that he just might be rich enough for her, a pleasantly surprised Shikha accepts his marriage proposal and moves into his swanky apartment.

But it looks like the love is all from only Abhi’s side as Shikha continues to drink herself crazy. Yeah, even at their wedding party.

And then Abhi sets out on a honeymoon to Thailand with His Drunken Wife…

*MARRIAGES MADE IN INDIA is a five-novella series that revolves around the characters you have met in The Runaway Bridegroom.


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Sundari Venkatraman

His Drunken Wife

is the ninth book authored by Sundari Venkatraman. This is a hot romance and is Book #2 of the 5-novella series titled Marriages Made in India; Book #1 being The Smitten Husband. Other published novels by the author are The Malhotra Bride, Meghna, The Runaway Bridegroom, The Madras Affair and An Autograph for Anjali—all romances. She also has a collection of romantic short stories called Matches Made in Heaven; and a collection of human interest stories called Tales of Sunshine. All of Sundari Venkatraman’s books are on Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers in India, USA, UK, Canada & Australia under both #romance & #drama categories.


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The Mahabharata Code by Karthik K. B Rao


 

 
THE MAHABHARATA CODE
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KARTHIK K.B.RAO
 


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“The Mahabharata Code is a personal account of the main protagonist Narayan Rao (NR), who claims to be an astronomer with NASA. NR and a few other crew members agree to take part in the NASA mission to visit this mystery planet from which they had received mysterious signals. Here, they meet a man with a long flowing white beard, and he introduces himself as Vyasa. He reveals that he has a crazy plan in mind and seeks NR and his members’ help in implementing this plan. He intends to recreate the entire Mahabharata on this planet to restore the faith of the primitive simpletons here. 
 
As the Mahabharata incidents start unfolding, NR realizes that Vyasa intends to recreate them page by page here, if not paragraph by paragraph. Also NR begins to realize that his son, Krishna, who is being groomed by Vyasa as Vishnu’s avatar, is nothing more than a pawn in Vyasa’s scheme of things. Other incidents of Mahabharata also unfold according to the original epic. Pandavas and Kauravas grow up hating each other and finally the restaging plan culminates with both the warring sets of cousins facing each other in the battlefield of Kurukshetra. 
Inexplicably, like the original epic, Arjuna develops cold feet seeing his own cousins, teachers and relatives on the opposite side. He seeks Krishna’s divine intervention. Is the brainwashed “alien” Krishna prepared for this intervention?”

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Karthik Rao is a 32-year-old software professional based in Bangalore. He lives with his wife Sushma, parents and two little sons Kaustubh Krishna and Raghav Krishna aged 4 and 1, respectively. He says, he gets to meditate close to 3 hours every day on his bike thanks to the notorious Bangalore traffic. His hobbies include following cricket, Indian politics on the social media and Indian mythology. He also plays plastic ball cricket with his sons.


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Day 8of #BlogOEmotion – PRIDE


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Research shows that feeling good about your country also makes you feel good about your own life — and many people take that as good news. Patriotism is something I hold dear to my heart.The colors on our nation’s flag are not just meant to be something pretty to look at. These are all incredible virtues in which I believe our nation is responsible to uphold, as well we as citizens of this great country. A nation is like a team sport – we find a meaning beyond our tiny little self.The respect we give to the flag is a silent thanks to this person who is sitting there feeling a need to protect you. Think of it like a contract. You are able to stay safe at your home and sip your coffee because someone is patriotic enough to man the gates. These people have sworn to protect your life with their life, whether the threat comes from other humans or volcanoes, rivers, animals.. The one and only thing that would make them take such a drastic oath is patriotism. These people would make their bodies a bridge and would never let you drown. Because they care about their country so much. The guys who are whining about the need for patriotism probably are not of much use. The world is a brutally dangerous place. These patriotic people provide a facade of calmness for you, so that you might have the comfort of asking this question.  At times of anarchy, when patriotism evaporates, you will see the world in its real form. Look up the history of failed states or lands with no organized societies. Armies would loot, plunder and rape. A professional army that is built on patriotism would seldom do that. When you look up your flag with respect, you are somewhat satisfying your side of the contract. Thus, when you stop paying respect to your nation, while still expecting to be protected like any other citizen, you are just being a hypocrite.Like all emotions, patriotism borders on irrationality. Like all emotions, it make us human. Patriotism is what keeps a person safe, secure and happy. It is the very essence of a nation.

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Vikram Rana Investigates by Sharmishtha Shenoy


 

 
VIKRAM RANA INVESTIGATES
BY
SHARMISHTHA SHENOY
 
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Vikram Rana Murder Mysteries set in Hyderabad…… 
 
The Mysterious Affair of the Lohia Mansion 
 
When the glamourous socialite Richa Lohia is poisoned in her mansion in Jubilee Hills, her brother-in-law hires his mate, ex-cop Vikram Rana, to solve this murder. This is Vikram’s first case and he, along with Inspector Gopi Reddy, must solve the case even if they face opposition from the richest and powerful family in Hyderabad, who would stop at nothing to defend themselves. 
 
The Sonia Sinha Case 
 
When property developer Krishna Dhavala is stabbed to death in Necklace Road, everyone suspects Mrs. Dhavala to be the murderer of her alcoholic and abusive husband. But is that really the case? Vikram Rana and Inspector Reddy have a tough time uncovering the murderer and Vikram himself almost dies trying to solve this case. Experience the mystery along with the duo as they fight their way through the maze of lies, deceit and greed. 
 
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From “The Mysterious Affair of the Lohia Mansion”
“Kinshuk sprang out of bed and followed his uncle, Rohan along the passage to his mother Richa’s bedroom.
Rohan’s wife, Kiara joined them along with Richa’s personal maid Lakshmi and two more servants. Everyone seemed to be in a state of awestricken fear.
Kinshuk turned to his uncle, ‘What should we do? Father is not here.’
Never had Kinshuk’s weak nature been more apparent, Rohan thought in distaste. Rohan rattled the handle of his sister-in-law Richa’s door violently, but with no effect. The whole household was aroused by now. The most alarming sounds were audible from the interior of the locked bedroom. Clearly something must be done.”
What could have been going on the room? What triggered it?
Mrs Lohia was lying in her bed having seizures. In her agony she must have overturned the bedside table. As they entered, her limbs relaxed and she fell back on her pillow.
“I cannot see properly” she complained. Rohan and Kinshuk looked at each other helplessly. A strangled cry from the bed startled them. A fresh bout of pain had seized Richa. The seizures were terrible to behold. At that moment dr Agnihotri pushed his way into the room authoritatively. At the same instant, Richa cried “Rohan…. Rohan” then she fell back on the pillows motionless. 
Why was Richa killed? Why did she take Rohan’s name?
From the Sonia Sinha case:
“He reached the meeting place at 8 pm sharp. The headlights of his car revealed a woman in a burqa waiting by the roadside. She waved her hand. Krishna stopped the car and she got in. As she removed her veil, Krishna started in surprise. At the same time another man got into the back of his car. Confused, Krishna looked at the man. Then his eyes widened in fear.”
Whom did Krishna see? Who was the woman in burqa?

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Sharmishtha Shenoy
 
Sharmishtha Shenoy loves writing murder mysteries, the kind of books that she herself likes to read. Her favorite authors are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie. She also likes the work of Satyajit Ray – especially the Feluda Series. She was born in Calcutta and has done her post-graduation from University of Reading, Great Britain. She lives in Hyderabad.
 
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“Vision 2050”


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We are a set of assorted people; this mixture is what defines India. With great diversity come great differences and we all are aware of it.  Differentiation in thoughts gives potency to democracy. Difference in opinion is the central thread which ties together the diverse aspects of democracy. But if we run parallel along this thread is the thread of respect. No matter how dissimilar the opinions or thoughts are; a mature society needs to learn the meaning of respecting these differences, if it is to flourish for centuries to come.

I am 33 years old and by the year 2050, I will be 67years old.  Frankly writing, my vision for 2050 India is not political, or apolitical, focused on GDP’s, GNP’s or technology or patriotism or intellectuality or nuclear power, abolishing terrorism or population control. My vision for 2050 is very pensive of my inborn human longing to be free to decide my way of life and I am driven by my aspiration to lead a happy life.

I want to be free of the plans and policies of government, the political games, projects, corporate sector expansion, development in technology, education or how big super power would India be by 2050. All these are driven and controlled by individuals who are very much a part of the society, of which we all are a part of.

Honour killings and rapes are not stopping, so is female feticide. Homosexual relationships are a misdemeanour and consensual sex among adults is pulled a face upon. Illogical bans are common with the shady use of political power. Media acts negligently and so do many celebrities, journalists and leaders.

But I am a very positive person.  Are we not on the right track? We have come a way out from the casteism and community based coalition governments to a single party majority government today. Lots of progress is seen in field of women empowerment and child development.  Trans-genders are gaining prominent positions of respect based on their merit and talent in civil services as well as in the corporate sector today. Many young entrepreneurs have made their marks among the biggies with their innovative start-ups and business ideas such as Flipkart and many more e-commerce sites. Everyone has a social media presence today; people are using the platform as a powerful tool to voice their opinions. Things have changed and things are changing just for good.

Media covers – reporting media and the social media, and its role in shaping a society is fundamentally a function of how the society wishes to use it. We all know and have seen how capable media is of winning people’s opinion, – in the case of Rohtak sisters, the case of Jasleen kaur, Snapdeal employee Dipti Saran kidnapping case, we saw the frustrating face of Indian media houses and the disapproving face of social media users. If India wants to change, media has to change. People should be more careful about what they say, interpret and forward information online. Digital development is important if we want our nation to evolve along with the other cultures and face the rage of time up to 2050 and beyond.

Moral policing is an additional facet of Indian society, couples are afraid even of holding hands of their partners in public forget about discussing the issues of of sexual orientation and gender flexibility, in a country where in many states have films, books, clothes, food items and beverages banned because of certain community taking wrongdoing. India cannot be a super power in 2050 if the rate of people getting offended due to harmless acts of others does not reduce. I hope the future generations have more patience, more broad-mindedness than we have right now.

Post independence, the literacy rates from a mere 12% in 1947 shot up to a whopping 74% in 2011. Experts say we will reach 100% by 2030 and if this really happens we will be a different nation by 2030 when each every one of us would be able to read and write. Add twenty years to that and by 2050 we can be the most redoubtable nation on this earth.

We are thriving and sustaining on what our fore fathers left us behind. Likewise, our future generations will live and build upon what we will be leaving for them at the back. This is civilization works. Government will do its job; we need to see that we vote for the right kind of government. Leaders will divide us for their own vote bank politics; we should be aware and stay away from such narrow politics! Media houses will fool us psychologically for TRPs and spice in the news; we need to be mature enough to take our own decisions. Religious fanatics will contravene the communal concord for their own goals, we need to be united as Indians and give attention in building our nation for the betterment. Let us all come together and pave the way for our future generations, making India a better place much before 2050 and face the future with a smile. Dreaming for the future, with open eyes, I wish everyone Happy Independence day.

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Day 7 of #BlogOEmotion – DISGUST


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We all have things that disgust us irrationally, whether it be cockroaches or chitterlings or cotton balls. But what, exactly, happens when we feel disgust? It’s not just a physical sensation, it’s a powerful emotional warning sign. Although disgust initially helped keep us away from rotting food and contagious disease, the defense mechanism changed over time to effect the distance we keep from one another.

Simply speaking, disgust is the response we have to things we find repulsive. Some of the things that trigger disgust are innate, like the smell of sewage on a hot summer day. No one has to teach you to feel disgusted by garbage, you just are. Other things that are automatically disgusting are rotting food and visible cues of infection or illness. We have this base layer of core disgusting things, and a lot of them don’t seem like they’re learned. But there’s also a whole set of things that have a lot of cultural and individual variation about whether it’s considered disgusting.

But because disgust is an emotion, it’s not purely cognitive or psychological. There are physiological elements that accompany it, too. Unlike other emotions, like fear and anger, which make your heartbeat speed up, disgust makes your heartbeat slow down a bit. There is also a little flash of nausea or the sense of something being wrong with your stomach. This happens because the aversion that’s produced with disgust uses a lot of the same physiological elements that make up the digestive system.

Humans are evolved creatures, but we’re also spectacularly different from most other creatures in the natural world. Humans went down unique evolutionary pathways when we were evolving, and part of what happened was that we became more reliant on culture. When some new issue comes up, Mother Nature doesn’t start from scratch; she tinkers with what already exists. When people began to get more social and more reliant on cultural information, some problems came up. So Mother Nature did her tinkering thing and made disgust one of the mechanisms to help regulate social interactions.

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Day 6 of #BlogOEmotion – LOVE


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I know a lot of people who like to write. They blog, email, maybe even journal. And that’s good. It’s important to have communication skills. It’s great to be able to write and express your thoughts, especially in an age in which there is unrestricted access to other people. But if you want to be a writer, that’s not enough. But if you’re to be a writer — a bard, an artist, a storyteller whose life’s work is dedicated to the written word — you need to love writing. If you’re going to be a writer, you have to love it. This is a non-negotiable. If not, you’ll burn out. I hear some writers say they don’t love writing, but they love having written. I don’t buy that. You need to enjoy the act of writing, at least a little, while you do it. I don’t think any amount of discipline can overcome lack of passion. Don’t get serious about writing unless you love it.

1)   I can do it anywhere. All I need is my laptop, or a pen and paper. This means I can work from home, or on the road, or from just about anywhere – and I do!

2)   I can do it anytime. Morning, evening, weekdays, weekends – I can make my work accommodate my life instead of the other way around.

3)   I can work in my bathrobe, or even my birthday suit. Most of the time I seem to write better when I’m showered and dressed, but it’s a nice option.

4)   I can turn lead into gold. Everything that happens is a source for ideas. Even a difficult experience can be turned into fodder for a story, poem or book. This can be transformational.

5)   I can tame my wild horses. I have a lot of noisy chatter in my head – writing gets it out, and helps me organize my thoughts.

6)   I love kids. My own, and everyone else’s. I love to write for them. Nothing makes me happier than a child saying to me “I love your book!”

7)   I love to learn new things. Writing often involves research, which gives me frequent opportunities to learn something new.

8)   I love words. Ever since I read The Phantom Tollbooth as a child, I have always thought of words as delicious – and powerful.  Searching for and finding the just the right one feels like an epiphany.

9)   I love putting “writer” down under job description when I have to fill out forms. Truly.  I think it’s so cool!

10)  I want to make a difference. If something I write can make one child smile, or make one day easier or more enjoyable, I’m living a purposeful life.

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Day 5 of #BlogOEmotion – SADNESS


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We know death is coming — for all of us — so why does it make us so sad when somebody dies? After all, we know that everyone will die eventually. For us humans, life is a terminal condition, and we know that at least biologically, nobody has ever come out of it alive. We know death is coming, so why does it make us so sad? There are, of course, many reasons. Our loved ones play important roles in our daily lives, and their deaths leave gaping holes. Often, we want more time with them — more joy, more laughter, more healing — and death makes those hopes impossible to fulfill. We remember our good times with the deceased, knowing that they are now over; memories can be crushing. We often think that we grieve because we cherish our memories of those we love. I suppose that’s true. Our friends know us as we once were; our spouses see elements of us that we otherwise keep hidden; our parents were there from the very beginning. Nobody else remembers us as they do, and when they die, so, too, do their memories of us. To be remembered by another is to exist beyond the boundaries of self. To cease being remembered is to taste our mortality. And it’s true. There are people in the world who remember us who bear something of us in their minds and hearts, and we remember them, too. Maybe sharing memory is what it means to love. What a magnificent blessing!

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Vikram Rana Investigates


 

 
VIKRAM RANA INVESTIGATES
BY
SHARMISHTHA SHENOY
 
BLURB
 
Vikram Rana Murder Mysteries set in Hyderabad…… 
 
The Mysterious Affair of the Lohia Mansion 
 
When the glamourous socialite Richa Lohia is poisoned in her mansion in Jubilee Hills, her brother-in-law hires his mate, ex-cop Vikram Rana, to solve this murder. This is Vikram’s first case and he, along with Inspector Gopi Reddy, must solve the case even if they face opposition from the richest and powerful family in Hyderabad, who would stop at nothing to defend themselves. 
 
The Sonia Sinha Case 
 
When property developer Krishna Dhavala is stabbed to death in Necklace Road, everyone suspects Mrs. Dhavala to be the murderer of her alcoholic and abusive husband. But is that really the case? Vikram Rana and Inspector Reddy have a tough time uncovering the murderer and Vikram himself almost dies trying to solve this case. Experience the mystery along with the duo as they fight their way through the maze of lies, deceit and greed. 
 
Review:  Vikram Rana Investigates: Tales of Murder and Deception in Hyderabad is written by Sharmishtha Shenoy which is a collection of 2 murder mysteries in which Vikram Rana is the private investigator for both the cases. It was a real fun read and quick as I like fast paced stories and this book was very enjoyable. The character of Vikram Rana is amazingly written by the author. Being from Hyderabad, the city, its localities and the traffic jams mentioned everything was so relatable to me. The Sonia Sinha Case and The Mysterious Affair of the Lohia Mansion both were written well and I liked reading both the cases. The stories kept me gripped till the end with loads of excitement. With no complicated words and easy simple language, the book and story line has been effective. Despite a few scenes here and there being repetitive, the book is a pleasant read.
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About the author
 
 
Sharmishtha Shenoy
 
Sharmishtha Shenoy loves writing murder mysteries, the kind of books that she herself likes to read. Her favorite authors are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie. She also likes the work of Satyajit Ray – especially the Feluda Series. She was born in Calcutta and has done her post-graduation from University of Reading, Great Britain. She lives in Hyderabad.
 
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SECOND CHANCE AT FOREVER by Summerita Rhayne


 

 
SECOND CHANCE AT FOREVER
BY
SUMMERITA RHAYNE
 
Blurb

What happens when the terrible twos come in threes? 
Stuti loves being a mother to her triplets, but it can be a harrowing routine. She’s even more submerged in the craziness when she takes them and her mom-in-law for a trip to Rajasthan, the land of the erstwhile Thar desert royals and their palaces. After the passing away of her husband, she feels she owes it to her mil to take her to her favourite holiday. In the Amber Palace, her reckless toddler rushes onto a modelling shoot. As she picks up her daughter who has tripped over a gorgeous zardozi sari, her gaze clashes with that of the man she’d hoped never to set eyes on again in her life. 
 
A passion that threatens to set fire to more than just her senses 
Revath was everything she wanted in a man, but six years ago he chose to walk away from her. Now he wants to be back in her life. When she knows he doesn’t want the same things in life that she does, would she be wise to let anything rekindle between them? Is it already too late for rethinks? 
 
Desire that has to be denied 
Revath knew the moment he met Stuti again that he couldn’t just let her go. But Stuti is absolutely the wrong woman for him. It was proved six years ago when they chose diametrically opposite ways for themselves. He doesn’t believe in forever, so what’s he doing asking her for a second chance? 
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Can three little miracles be a barrier to two people finding love?
 
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About the author


Summerita Rhayne writes contemporary and historical romance with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. Her pet belief is, if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters will find a way to make the writer pen them down, even when writing time is in short supply. When cerebrally confronted with the sizzling interaction of two Alpha characters, the only way to get peace is write their book!
 
At heart, she’s a family person and even though she loves her medical teaching profession, she happily becomes a homemaker when not at work. She loves winding down with music, romcoms, cricket (strictly watching only) and social networking. 
 
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Day 4 of #BlogOEmotion – TRUST


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I don’t know why, but I can’t bring myself to trust people. Every time I’ve trusted people in the past I’ve been let down, so now it’s easier and less painful to just rely on myself. Maybe you feel similarly, and even if you don’t, you’ve probably experienced broken trust in a past relationship that has caused you to question whether or not it’s worth trusting again. When you find yourself struggling to decide whether or not to trust someone, it’s important to figure out the reasons why. Our propensity to trust is based on many factors, chief among them being our personality, early childhood role models and experiences, beliefs and values, culture, self-awareness and emotional maturity. The combination of these factors and experiences shapes how quickly, and how much trust we extend to others. Your experiences may have resulted in you viewing trust as something to be earned, not given, so therefore you withhold trust from others until you’re absolutely sure they deserve it. Even then, you may only extend trust grudgingly or in small amounts. Having a low propensity to trust can hold you back from experiencing true joy and fulfillment in relationships. Unrealistic, unspoken, and unclear expectations are a primary cause for low or broken trust in relationships, and the higher the expectations the more likely it is they won’t be met. Trust usually isn’t something people openly talk about or address in relationships until it’s been broken, and by then it’s often too late to salvage the relationship or the breach of trust seems too big to overcome. Clarifying expectations is preventative medicine when it comes to trust. It’s much better to have the awkward or uncomfortable discussion up front about roles, responsibilities, and expectations, than it is to deal with the fallout when either party falls short. Trust is as vital to healthy relationships as oxygen is to a scuba diver; survival is impossible without it. Whether it’s a naturally low propensity to trust, having unrealistic expectations, or letting our past hurts hold us back from trusting others, we have to move beyond these reasons if we want to have trust-filled relationships in the future.

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