Life in Hyderabad

I have been thinking about this for a long time now. And i thought i should scribble this 🖤 Dear girls, Whom do you blame when you lose your partner? Do you call yourself a loser? Do you blame youself for not being beautiful? Do you blame your height? Do you blame your skintone? Do you blame yourself for being healthy? Do you blame yourself for being open minded? Do you blame your dressing style? Are you always trying to change yourself to impress someone? If you are doing it, then why do you think just your skin tone, looks, attitude makes someone love you? If you believe that just an outer appearance can keep someone in your life, then you are wrong my dear. Love has nothing to do with your appearance.  It is all about what you feel about your man, how you respect your partner,  how you care about them.  🖤 It's about understanding eachother. Being there for each other.  Spending time with each other.  Fighting for each other. Dreaming together. Sharing the same values Taking st

Watched "House of Secrets" documentary last night, i never heard, seen or read anything like that before and the very thought of imagining that brutal incident sent chills down my spine. I started wondering why educated people are still believing in superstitions in 21st century ? Faith gives us strength, it is good to have faith. But when that faith turns into delusion, that turns into a strong superstitious belief and it can bring lot of harm for those who believe it and to those who follow the ones who believe it.  One must know that nothing comes easy in the world, only our hardwork can make our life better. It is our choices, our decisions which effects our lives and decides our future, not the other way around. No matter what happens we need to believe in ourselves, believe in our hardwork, then our lives will change. But we shouldn't believe in short cuts. One should know where to draw the line between faith and delusion. Otherwise it turns into madness. Our life i

As we are celebrating 8 months book Anniversary of my book Life in Hyderabad on 7th October, I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my wonderful readers across the Globe for reading my book and accepting me as an Author. My passion towards writing grew since i was young. I always dreamed of becoming a published author, but dream was not enough to become what i was desired. So my quest for finding myself grew more with each dawn.  I always had an imagination of a little place for me in the world where no one can replace me. With each passing day i found that writing is one such place where i can be myself, where I can find true solace, where I'm free and happy. So i groomed myself, I wrote every day and explored new ways of writing styles. I observed people, their stories, their pain, their happiness. That observation skills helped me to build characters in my mind palace and I poured out the same on paper.  I have traveled afar with characters, books and stories that no

We speak when a girl gets raped in our country, then why don't we speak when millions of girls and women are getting raped everyday in another country? They are being sold as slaves and forced to become wives of beasts. There are many atrocities in the name of religion. Then why are we not speaking about it ?  Why are we busy in our own world ? Why do we keep quiet when someone's house is burning ? We are sleeping peacefully behind closed doors, but there are millions who became homeless and living in fear. We are eating three meals a day, but there are many who are running for their lives with empty stomach. Every land has it's history, it's culture, it's values and Art. Afghanistan people lost their existence in just one night. They lost their homes, they lost their people and they lost their identity. Once the residents of Afghanistan are going to become refugees in different countries now. Once a settled family has become a displaced family now. Once the great l

Dear readers, I'm proud and emotional today writing this blog. My book has successfully completed 6 months today. 6 months !!! and it still feels like a dream. You know I pinch myself sometimes to be sure that it's all real, Hahaha.. 6 months might be just a number, but when I turn back and see, I have lots of memories in this journey. I see One and half years of hard work, uncountable working hours, lot of stress behind each day and sleepless nights as well. And some days i just waited, and that waiting period was so salient. Sometimes I was just surrounded by silence and tension. It wasn't easy to come this far. And it wasn't something I could do alone... I met so many amazing people in this book journey. All this wasn't possible alone. A decade ago i had a vision and dream of becoming published author some day. And i wrote everyday and walked towards my goal step by step without getting tired. And my dream became true and possible with the wonderful teams I worke

Once upon a time in the City of Pearls lived three horses. They were thick friends, they always rode together, bathe together and ate together. Their master loved them so much that he couldn’t keep them apart. He named them as Gulmohar, Baadal and Toofan. Gulmohar was milky white and intelligent, it was taken to beauty competitions which happens in near by places, whilst Baadal was dark as night and used to lift heavy cargo for it’s master and Toofan was dark chocolate and comes first in any race and makes money to it’s master. One day while eating grass Baadal was jumping with happiness.  The other two asked why ? It replied, “ I can’t wait for the ‘Best Horse Competition’ our master conducts every year which is due three weeks from today and winner will be gifted a new colorful saddle. I know I’m going to be the winner because I’m very useful to the master and I’m the best as I transport his cargo everyday, I can’t wait to look beautiful in that colorful saddle, Yippeeee” said Baadal