Readers may find the book entertaining, writers see a moment in it….
Readers may find the book interesting, writers lived every experience in it…
Archive for June, 2012
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Sometimes you find your expectations got fulfilled in the written books rather than in the real life
What expected cannot hurt….unexpected things hurt the most
I was out of my senses, not that i lost my mind but i was only out of my senses. i was sleeping so hard that i was unable to mark the right out of wrongs. i was all out of sense and was enough confuse to not to think too much but to see whatever it comes in to dreams.
Life is really short... Live it fully... Love it the most :)
yeah right , the title is edited and written as my first blog. being a writer i just asked my beloved to make an account for me on wordpress.com just like she has and the very first question i faced was why? well i really don't know or better say i am doubtful for the answer. as per now may be for the promotion of my upcoming book which is almost written and is waiting to get published .
A post from an upcoming author... sharing his short story for a while :) Don't miss it... Read it and feedback to him
A dark room, a lonely place, I was breathing when nobody was there. I was remembering some days, some mistakes and some deeds of my life. It was me who was unaware about the crowd that surrounds me. I don’t know! Why these sigh? Conditions, intentions, or tensions… some people have never precise me!! It was me… who cried all nights… It was me… who was torn apart… Life shows me the unexpected things… Life made me to believe in unexpected things… Where I am? The girl is lost… I looked after her… I chased her… It was me who was searching me again… The soul fought, trampled and then shouted and punished her… That jolly, beautiful and charming have turned into rude, displeased and almost bruised by the wounds given by the world “her own world”. There were friends, love, family and socialites who all have come with some memories, advises, experiences and lessons.
It was me in a hollow world having the emptiness inside the soul… I looked up, I searched up and I closed up… It was me who was fighting for being me with the world… Somehow they ignore me, somewhat they changed me! It was me in the war fought all alone in a dark room, a lonely place and I was breathing when nobody was there.
