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August 26, 2018
Bandhan Mukt
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The bond
The relation
The family
The gifts
The occasion
The sister
The brother
The rakhi brother
Some bad
All just name sake
Dying feelings
Ending emotions
Crying relations
Small Families
Lonely kids
Gifts, sweets and dresses new
Too sweet to be true
Darkness below the candle
Unseen yet not unnoticeable
The thread of safety
The thread around the neck
Suffocation
Boy/ Girl Discrimination
Abuse
Death
Dead relationships
Dead relatives
I don’t have a brother
I don’t need one
To protect me
I have God
I have Family
I also have friends to stay happy
Free from the bandhan
Free from the heart and mind
Free from the Abuse of all kind
Free to be Safe
Free To be ME
Thank you God.
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August 19, 2018
Uski Hume Aadat Hone ki Aadat Ho Gayi…
Hi
How are you doing?
I hope, Great!
I’m writing, like always. Will soon come up with irresistible stories for my great readers.
Finally, I’ve overcome my writer’s block. Sigh!
3 horror stories are in my head currently, actually 4! 
August 15, 2018
Happy Independence Day
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Freedom
Thanks for coming to us.
Thanks for staying with us.
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July 29, 2018
Humko tumse ho gaya hai pyar…
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It all starts with a look
Than you like
And finally fall in love
This doesn’t happen always
Once in a lifetime
Maybe twice
Maybe thrice
Maybe every now and than
Your love isn’t fake
Things are just so prettier
It’s not your mistake
But what you love,
May not always come to you
Sometime you stay far purposely
Some time ‘your love’ keeps a distance
Aww… It hurts
A sweet pain
Occupies your heart
You are depressed
But still in love
Yeh ishq bhi kitna bereham hai
Hume pal pal pal rulaya fir bhi hamara housla na toda
You long for love
Everyday
Every moment
Every breath
And it teases you
More and more
But you can’t do anything
You’re a slave
Slave to love
You keep loving
Face defeat
Every time
Hurting your “Hope” each time
Before you know, the hope is gone
What stays is just an image
Image of ‘Hope’
And it shatters easily
So don’t fall in love
Such love
Which kills your hope
Yeh Ishq hai ya nahi…. Pata hi nahi
One sided love
Friendship is good
If your friend is good
If you are good
Stay friends
Stay blessed
Books are one’s best friends…
But don’t fall in love with them… You may break your heart…
I love books and many do. But not everyone finds their true love.
Back than, when I was that tiny little girl, mom and I visited the book store. I picked up as many books as I liked. Mom bought them all for me.
It was like dating all my crushes.
Now, books are digital. It’s been awhile, I went to the bookstore and met my love.
I do meet through the screen but the scent of the bookstore is unforgettable.
Hum ab bhi milte hain unse par ab woh baat kahan…
Hemdiva Dev
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July 17, 2018
Happy Birthday Author Sharmishtha Basu
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Today, let’s welcome the multi-talented author Sharmishtha Basu on my blog!
Welcome Sharmishtha
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Hi kid! It is a great joy to have a little chit-chat with an awesome writer like you. I have become quite a fan of your writing and they are getting better by leaps and bounds! Keep honing them! I will pray that your name appears in Booker List in near future.
Tell us about Agnijaat. What does the name ‘Agnijaat and Agnishatdal’ mean?
Agnijaat means fire born, and Agnishatdal means lotus of fire. Agnijaat is mostly the outlet for my hyperactive muse, it contains stories, poems, mainly essays and small, big things about India, Bengal and other things that stimulate me, like movie, music,nature.
What inspired you to create an ezine?
My hyperactive muse. I was initially thinking about starting a newsletter then i realized that it is too small for my appetite. I will rather create something bigger. I grew up reading big monthly/weekly magazines (100-125 pages) so i decided i too will go for bulkier things. But i did started the newsletter later. Kept it as small as i could.
Was it easy/difficult to find authors to write for the ezines?
My luck in case of friends is great, i dont know what my friends feel but i feel forever grateful for their presence! I instantly got a solid group of authors, artists who have and still are sharing their fabulous works for free, that includes you too! You must have noticed that i have sliced down the number of authors in two years, i now want a steady group of authors because i want to slice down the size of the books too. A few less pages will be better.
How is the experience of being the head?
Sometimes i feel that i no longer have time for my blogs and other writings! Seriously. These days all i am doing is either writing the twins or my books! Ha! My personal time is slowly vanishing. It is a great satisfaction but that satisfaction takes its fees to the full! Honestly, any author who is serious and hyperactive like me should try either an Ezine or newsletter! It spikes up popularity instantly.
Being an Indian, you accept works from worldwide for your ezines. What encourages you to do so?
I have always believed that i am first an earthling then anything else. Somehow i just cant confine myself to India only, or think that non Indians are different than us, you too will learn with growing age that how much human beings all over the world resemble. As for me, my best friends in internet were non Indians, they were in my life for years before the first Indian friend (Raghu) joined and then you came, so… when i asked my friends naturally they were the first ones to offer their priceless creations!
Your books, ezines, social media and personal life, how do you handle all three?
Dont even ask! Ha ha! I am totally off my blogs these days, courtesy my wicked laptop, but i will bounce back before july ends! With laptop my social media joints were hit too, all of them, but i will resume them before August. Honestly i dont spend much time on social media- can’t it is very boring and dull except wordpress. So i spend my time in creating and editing mostly. You can say that i spend 75% of my creative hours in writing, illustrating or editing my books/ezines and the rest i try to dedicate to Facebook, blogs and goodreads, linkedin etc. It is very chaotic and sometimes it drives me crazy!
Do you accept works of unpublished writers? Why?
First of all, they gift me their works, but in future if i am able to give them more than a copy of Ezine even then i will accept works of unpublished authors mostly because i think they are the ones who need chance. Basically i mainly want to help other authors, artists as much as i can, so, an unpublished author, a fresh artist will need more help than the established ones… to me that is more stimulating! Helping someone who actually needs it.
You also illustrate for the ezines, is there anything you don’t do?
Lot- I dont have any wit, so i dont try cartoons, i cant write romance- so i dont even try it! There is another thing too, i cant write fact based stories/essays you must have noticed it. My creativity is very limited- they have to stimulate me otherwise … nothing will come out of me!
Thank you for this brainstorming. I will save a copy and mull over it from time to time!
Love and thanks
Thank you for the interview Sharmishtha!
Praise for E-zines:
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Agnijaat and Agnishatdal Ezines
By
Multiple Authors
Agnijaat and Agnishatdal are a celebration of writings from various writers.
From poems to stories to non-fiction, you’ll find everything packed in this super ezines. Something for everyone!
The beautiful paintings in between add to enjoyment.
Despite the international content, the indian roots stand out.
Not saying this just because I’m also a part of it. I feel honoured to see my works in the ezines.
A fresh issue available every month will make you happy and refreshed.
Get it here : https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu
Book Review
Spirits of darkness and Light
By
Sharmishtha Basu
Price – Free on Kindle Unlimited
Rating – 5stars
I purchased and read this book long back. But I still remember how scary and amazing it is.
You get more than you ask for! Each story ends with a twist and leaves you wondering. Must read for a horror fan.
Thank you for reading!
Stay Blessed.
See y’all till next time.
May 13, 2018
Does your mom watch cartoons with you?
Indian moms are drama and daily soap fans.
Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful mom and all the lovely mommies in the whole world! 
April 24, 2018
A Scary Vacation 2nd Chapter
A Scary Vacation
Copyright © 2018 Hemdiva Dev
CHAPTER 2
You look like a Ghost
Riya sat beside Aalia and stared the dressing table. It had tall mirror, a big drawer and a seat. Suddenly Riya felt a hand grab her leg from under the bed. She panicked and looked down. But there was nothing though she did feel the icy cold hand. Riya gulped her fear as she couldn’t dare to look under the bed.
Kanak stood at the door, than she went to the dressing table. She looked at her reflection and adjusted her hair.
“Its okay to look in the mirror during the day but…”, everyone turned to Aalia who spoke all of a sudden.
“But?”, Riya asked.
“But at … at night…”, Aalia starred the mirror with serious eyes.
Kanak switched back to adjusting her hair that kept falling on her forehead.
“At night… you shouldn’t look… because a.. a… ghost… ghost is seen”, Aalia informed.
Kanak stopped moving her hair and looked at her reflection. She felt a shiver running down her spine.
“The ghost looks at you if you look in the mirror at night”, Aalia said.
Riya held her hands close to her chest.
“And what does it do next? Do your hair?”, Kanak burst into laughter.
“That’s not funny!”, Aalia said sternly.
Kanak couldn’t control her laughter but she placed a hand over her mouth.
“Is the ghost…?”, Ishita didn’t dare to ask further.
“No its not my great grandmother but my late aunt Kamini… she was obsessed with the mirror and she looked at the mirror almost all days and nights. She was very gorgeous and was proud of her beauty. But…”, Aalia glanced at the mirror with sad eyes.
“But…?”Mona asked playing with her hair.
“One day she was alone and there was a sudden fire. She was caught inside her room and when she had the chance to escape, she choose to save the mirror… She threw the mirror out of her window, that fell on the ground. She couldn’t save herself though and died”, Aalia wiped her eyes.
“Then how is the mirror intact? If she threw the mirror, it should have been scattered to a million pieces”, Kanak stood folding her hands over her chest.
“That’s … its… a mystery… Though the mirror fell on the ground, it didn’t break. Mom says, its because my aunt had some powers….”, Aalia said, her eyes locked at the mirror.
Ishita was very frightened, she held Mona’s hand.
“If she had powers, why didn’t she save herself?”, Kanak narrowed her eyes at Aalia.
“Because she had only one option, herself or the mirror. And she made a choice!”, Aalia said furiously.
Kanak glared at her.
“Can you girls help me to prepare the table?”, Aalia’s mom, Dona Dixit called from down.
“Coming!”, Aalia said loudly.
As Aalia, Riya, Mona and Kanak went down. Ishita stayed back and looked at the mirror.
She went closer and looked at her reflection, it appeared normal. But it still made her feel uneasy. Ishita just thought she heard someone call her but the voice was too low to be true, so Ishita ran down to join her friends.
Truly, its your encouragement that motivated me! I felt I’m not alone in my writing journey.
That what I’m writing, matters…
A Scary Vacation was a new experience for me and you. It is published on 23rd April 2018.
It is absolutely free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers and only 99cents to buy.
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April 21, 2018
Does your mom watch cartoons with you?
Indian moms are drama and daily soap fans.
Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful mom and all the lovely mommies in the whole world!
April 19, 2018
A Scary Vacation- 1st Chapter (Exclusive)
A Scary Vacation
Hemdiva Dev
Copyright © 2018 Hemdiva Dev
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book or any portion thereof
may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the author
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
All rights reserved.
The Haunted Friend
Riya, Mona, Ishita and Kanak were so excited for the trip to Aalia’s farmhouse far away in the hills in Mayagadh.
No single house or any kind of construction came to sight as they were on their way. Not even a school or health care.
Nor they saw any people, kids or any sign that showed sign of humanity.
But that didn’t affect their excitement to spend a week at the farmhouse.
Aalia had been telling them so many tales about the fun she had as a kid at her farmhouse. All of them were 13, accept Riya who turned 14 last month.
Aalia was excited to for she had some special plans.
No one had bought any phones or devices as Aalia had informed that the device won’t find a network. And it would be more ‘close to nature’ thing if they ditched the technology. Though she promised, that the farmhouse had a landline which works, so they can call home.
The car stopped outside the huge iron gate of the farmhouse and Aalia announced, “We have reached our destination”, mimicking the GPS voice which had long been stopped working even before they entered Mayagadh. Everyone laughed.
They jumped out of the car as soon as they could.
While Aalia’s parents took out the luggage, Aalia and her friends explored the surroundings. The garden, the backyard were pleasing but the house wasn’t quite welcoming. The air flowing was dry and it felt warm against their skin.
The farmhouse was a two storeyed building surrounded by tall trees that grew in zigzag directions.
It was painted grey and its wooden windows black in color, created an outdated look.
“See how big is my farmhouse?!”, Aalia Dixit stepped in front of her friends who gazed at the farmhouse. Aalia was the shortest girl in the group, chubby, fair, big black eyes and jet black hair that was arguably straight.
While Riya nodded in appreciation, Mona and Ishita just rolled their eyes.
“My farmhouse is bigger than this… this is nothing in front of my lavish bungalow”, Kanak glared at Aalia. Kanak Khanna was not too thin nor too fat, she was dusky with tiny deep brown eyes that closed completely when she laughed and honey coloured hair.
Aalia shrugged and ran inside the front door after her mom. Riya, Mona and Ishita followed.
Kanak walked in slowly showing no interest. She saw a white cloth or a person wearing white, she wasn’t sure, looking at her through one of the windows on the second floor but in another moment there was no one at the window.
Riya Sharma was very thin, fair, had big Grey eyes and long wavy brown hair. Mona Iyer and Ishita Chatterjee, both looked like twin sisters with the same features, both were fair, had black curly hair and blue eyes. Accept that Mona had long hair and Ishita had short hair that made her look like a boy.
The farmhouse was surprisingly old from inside, the old style furniture, out of fashion decor and a big old piano. The walls were painted off white and the stone flooring matched in color.
Kanak recalled what Aalia had said ‘Antique’ about her farmhouse but this was beyond. It look sad.
The living room was very big with an open kitchen to the far right. To the centre were the twisted steps that led to the first floor.
Kanak smirked.
Riya was amused, the house looked like an old film set. Interesting but spooky!
Mona played with her curls and observed the couch, the TV and the dinning table.
Ishita marched towards the piano but, just as she was about to touch it, Aalia screamed, “No!”
Ishita stopped at once like a statue.
“Don’t touch it! Its haunted!”, Aalia pulled Ishita away.
“What?”, everyone asked at once.
“Yes! Its… its haunted!”, Aalia said with a serious face.
“That’s a bad joke!”, Kanak pointed a thumb down.
“Its not! It is truly haunted by the spirit of my great grandmother”, Aalia looked at the piano.
“Oh!”, Mona and Riya were shocked.
“Ishita was too scared to speak.
“Oh yes! And what does she do when someone touches the piano? Kill them?”, Kanak pretended to be strong.
“She…”, Aalia paused before answering.
“She what? Please tell us!”, Mona pleaded.
“She… she… doesn’t like anyone touching or playing her piano”, Aalia said.
Kanak laughed. Aalia gave her a glare..
“So why don’t you sell it or throw it away?”, Kanak questioned.
“Because it was my great grandmother’s favourite piano and we loved her”, Aalia said sadly.
Kanak felt guilty for asking such a question, so she kept quiet.
“Anyways, mom wouldn’t like us talking about ghosts, especially here… in this place… Let me show you my room!”, Aalia took the stairs and her friends joined.
Aalia’s room was on the first floor and it was very big just like the living room. Though it was a darker shade of beige with the same stone flooring. An antique style princess bed in the middle, almirah and a dressing table to the front wall. Aalia sat down on her bed. Mona and Ishita looked outside the two floor-to-ceiling-length windows behind the bed. They could see the garden, the entrance and the road beyond.
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April 12, 2018
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