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5 Things To Know When You Are Writing Your First Novel

posted by Anupriya March 6, 2019 7 Comments


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Whenever I am asked about how the inspiration to write my first novel struck me. I always tell my age old seven year itch story. Oh! You don’t know about it yet?

Well ! Here it goes…

I have been an out an out romantic thriving on a healthy doze of Mills and Boons in between the serious reading lists (meant to widen my intellectual horizons… yes I am talking about those must-read-for-an-mba-aspirant Ayn Rand  books and several Business Management books) . And everytime I read a love story, I wanted to write one.  I started my writing stint with some fan-fiction stories on a public forum and from there began my journey to becoming a blogger and subsequently a writer. Continue Reading

Because I Promised
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Book Review Excerpts – Because I Promised #SuperbloggerChallenge

posted by Anupriya February 23, 2019 14 Comments

Nothing brings more joy to an author than a word of appreciation from its readers. When I self-published my book Because I Promised…to lock my heart away I spent many an apprehensive nights awaiting the readers’ verdict. When eventually the reviews did start dropping in, I was elated. The reviews were mostly encouraging. Those that were not, were constructive and critical. Today I wish to take this opportunity to thank all my readers, especially the ones who took were considerate enough to drop in a review.  In this post, I bring to you some reviews for my book Because I Promised (Click here to read some excerpts from Because I Promised)

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Bollywood Song Dedications #BecauseIPromised
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5 Bollywood Song Dedications to #BecauseIPromised – #BlogChatterProjects

posted by Anupriya December 10, 2018 1 Comment

Most of my life of 35 years, I have been a die-hard bollywood movies’ fan. Infact, my close ones often wonder at how I have a song to fit every situation or conversation. When I was writing #BecauseIPromised, I couldn’t help including references to a song here, or a movie there and a dance step from a famous movie somewhere else. I felt it would make my story more realistic and easy to relate with.  Infact as an ode to those references and my love for bollywood movies, I have decided to dedicate 5 bollywood songs to the book.  Why These songs? Well, I also present to you an excerpt a song each to justify my choice Continue Reading

#BecauseIPromised Book Trailer
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#BecauseIPromised – Book Trailer #BlogchatterProjects

posted by Anupriya December 1, 2018 1 Comment

At their college farewell party, Varnika publicly rejects Sushant’s candid proposal in the most disrespectful way imaginable, leaving everyone including her cool gang of cousins bemused. Varnika has her reasons for doing this to her best friend.

What are her reasons for making this upsetting choice? Did her mother’s move to Mumbai in Varnika’s formative years have a bearing on her? Or is it something more? What is she planning to do at the NGO for eunuchs? Will she succeed in her chosen career? Will she overcome her inhibitions before it is too late?

 This is Varnika’s journey, as she overcomes her personal reservations and faces professional challenges, all the while contemplating her decision to lock her heart away. Continue Reading

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Excerpts to Touch your Heart – #BecauseIPromised

posted by Anupriya November 26, 2018 2 Comments

As a part of the Book Blog tour, I have shared with you the book blurb and the character introduction in the previous posts.  Read them here –

Book Launch – Because I Promised

Characters’ Introduction – Book Blog Tour

In this post, I bring to you some heart warming excerpts from the book that depict the chemistry between the two protagonists – Varnika and Sushant. As I have already shared with you that Varnika rejects Sushant’s proposal during their farewell party. But Sushant has set his heart on her and perseveres to gain her confidence back. What ensues is a roller coaster journey and some funny and not so funny encounters between them. Read below some excerpts from the book  and get prepared to laugh with this cute young couple at some points and cry with them at others. Continue Reading

Because I Promised
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Because I Promised – Character Introduction – Book Blog Tour

posted by Anupriya November 19, 2018 7 Comments

“You take people, you put them on a journey, you give them peril, you find out who they really are.”  ― Joss Whedon

Defining the characters in a plot is the most difficult thing in writing. You can’t simply put out their bio-information. they have to evolve with the sequence of events a writer decides to put them through. But through this post, I wish to give you a peek-a-boo into who is what about some critical characters in my book – Because I Promised. Thanks for taking this journey with me. The ones you are going to read about below, are my babies. Yes they may be good, bad or ugly – yet they are all my babies.

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Because I Promised – Book Launch

posted by Anupriya November 13, 2018 15 Comments

At NaNoWriMo they say that if you write 50000 words during the month of November (that’s when NaNoWriMo runs the campaign), you are creating 3 hours worth of a reader’s entertainment. With that knowledge I jumped into the challenge, signing myself up just 3 days ahead of when NaNoWriMo kick started in November 2017. The result was that at the end of the month I had a complete story on which I worked through another 6 months, before deciding to publish my work. It helped that I had a published author to my acquaintance and he helped me understand or rather convince myself, about why I should take this plunge. And exactly 12 months later, I stand waiting for my book launch on 21st November, on the verge of holding a printed copy of my labor and hard work of last 12 months.

Book Launch! Here’s presenting to you my first ever paperback

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My Idea of Strength – #WriteBravely

posted by Anupriya June 30, 2018 13 Comments

As I take in the morning breeze and look around at the long stretch of the beach buzzing with activity, a particular figure stands out in my vision. No, I couldn’t possibly know him in person. Yet, I am confused because I seem to have seen the face somewhere. I racked my brain to recollect but to no avail.

I get distracted with hot babes jogging on the beach with their tight slacks and tank tops, but only for a while. My eyes keep falling back on the old man’s figure. Not that you could ignore it anyway. The old lean frame hunched over a walking stick yet exhumed dignity of a life lived well. As he walks closer in my direction, I see his grey white hair. If I were to pick a number to guess his age, I am sure he would be older than that.

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Joy of Living
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The Joy Of Living – #WriteBravely

posted by Anupriya June 29, 2018 14 Comments


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An orphaned boy, who survived the Bhuj earthquake and a girl from a village near Jamnagar. That’s Kishore and me chasing our dreams with a scholarship to study Mechanical Engineering at a reputed government college in Mumbai.

To say that we were friends in college who turned lovers is definitely a cliché. But the thing about love is that once you have taken the plunge, the question about how you fell in love doesn’t matter.

Our time in college went by like a dream. We were two excited kids, running around the city of dreams, making plans for life in future while coping with the pressures of our courses. Our relationship was cherished by everyone who knew us. By some play of luck we had everyone’s blessings. I was happy. No, happy would be an understatement. I was on cloud nine. With time we were blooming in each other’s company. Every time I saw Kishore wink at me meaningfully amidst the practical lab from across the table, I felt my heart melt with the warmth of his love that gushed out of his dark brown eyes.

It was like we had our ‘happily ever after’ planned. Until that fateful day…

I heard the news of the serial blasts in Mumbai’s local trains from my classmates in hostel. But the news that Kishore was on one of those trains was brought by one of his kin from the orphanage. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was worried about me, as I failed to shed a single tear. Even on his pyre, I kept staring with hope that he would emerge from it and engulf me in a hug.

Are you wondering, what transpired of me after Kishore passed away? Hmmm! I gave up on life. No, I wasn’t brave enough to commit suicide. Instead I drowned myself in work at the job I had obtained through campus. I performed so well there, that I had this young celebrity like status in my office. But happiness and contentment eluded me.  My sister pointed out that despite performing well and all, I am living in denial. That’s when she introduced me to Samar. It seemed to be a good decision then, because after our very first meeting at the meditation centre, I returned smiling. I was to meet Samar again in week’s time. I couldn’t wait for the week to get over. And then week after week I continued to see him.

Other than our weekly meetings at the meditation centre I also agreed to accompany Samar to his social responsibility endeavors at the nearby orphanage. I was once again poised to be happy in life by helping others and spread love. Samar’s kind words reflected deep understanding of life and were a balm to my wounded soul. In his beaming face, I found a silent assurance that it was possible for me to be happy again.

But last month when I told my sister about my decision, she went numb. “You can’t be serious about this. It’s too early for you to know, if it is all worth it!”, Her words were echoed by our parents.

I told them, that when Kishore left me, I didn’t think I would ever fall in love again. But… I was 22 then and life is long. And I’m feeling things right now that I haven’t in a long, long time.’

Today I sit at my parental house. Swara, my sister tells me biting her lips, ‘You need not follow your muse to the path where he leads you. You could simply live with the joy he has given you. Going after him will mean that you will have to sever ties with all of us. You won’t be allowed to even meet us.’ There was alarm and urgency in my little sister’s voice.

My family realizes that they are only talking in vain. They know that I have made up my mind, and they have just today with me.

The next day my family accompanies me tearfully to the monastery where Monk Vidyanand will give me Diksha to become a monk. They see me walk towards the palanquin with Samar leading the line with 6 other people in tow to adorn monkhood for life. Swara calls out frantically that I should change my mind. But then, they do not know. Only I know. I know that it is the only way that I will find respite from the pain I have lived in ever since Kishore went away. I was breathing because I did not believe in suicide. But in Samar’s thoughts and beliefs, in his understanding of life I found the route to emancipation from the endless torture of living. In the future lay a possibility to breathe without feeling any guilt of outliving Kishore. I could even come to understand the joy of living without him.

This post is a part of the #WriteBravely Write Tribe Festival of Words


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The prompt for the day is –

“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.” – Cinderella

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Fruits of Perseverance
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A Teacher’s Perseverance – #WriteBravely

posted by Anupriya June 28, 2018 15 Comments

“Mom! Why can’t I go to the party tonight?”  Saanjh struggled to get her mom’s attention as she rushed in and out of her walk-in wardrobe.  Twelve year old Saanjh had never questioned her parents regarding her strict routine. But Mrs. Deewan realised that Saanjh was questioning protocol more often recently.

As her parents bade her goodbye and left her in good company of Kamala Tai, Saanjh snorted and pulled at Kamala Tai’s lose end of her cotton saree.

“Why Tai? Why do Mom and Dad not take me to late night parties? All my friends have so much fun going out. But I am not allowed.”  Kamala Tai let out a lop-sided smile at Saanjh’s scowl. She could already see the rebel streak of an about to be teenager.

“It’s late dear. You must retire to bed. We have to wake up early in the morning. There’s a lot to do before you go to school.” Kamala Tai’s attempt at putting an end to the discussion was met with Saanjh’s glowering eyes. Continue Reading