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A Bookish Post!

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The Bookish Blog Tag

Yesterday, I visited Aishwariya's blog and read her Bookish post, which I found really interesting. She tagged her readers, so since I’m one of them, I’m taking up the tag.

What are 1-3 of your favourite books of all time?

Alampanah by Rafia Manjurul Ameen

Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

Love Virtually (and Every Seventh Wave, the sequel) by Daniel Glattau...

...And It Rained

 

My painting

'Can't believe you called her to meet and said it won't work.' Tanmay chided. 

We sat in a quaint and quiet bakery. Aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread permeated the air. It was an old construction. High tiled roof was supported by columns of thick pillars. The large windows overlooked a small, manicured garden and a deserted road. Today, the weather was gloomy; the sky heavy with dark clouds. 

'That's why I called her,to be precise.' I mumbled. 

'She felt bad, Jai. Do you realize t...

Book Review: The Woman in the Library by Sulari Gentill

I read After She Wrote Him by Sulari Gentill in 2020, which was one of the most ―no, most unique and fascinating reads ever! One of my favourites. That was the main reason I requested this book on Netgalley. And I was not disappointed at all.

The book starts with a letter to a writer. Next, the writer is trying to focus on her manuscript, sitting in a library. She keeps looking at the ceiling, and then her attention shifts to three people sitting close by ―Heroic Chin, Handsome Man and Freud Girl...

Hope is so Stubborn

Photo by Zwaddi, Unsplash

The morning arrives with a fist full of hope. Every single day. Then the new day moves ahead, the fist loosens, like it's tired, and hope slips, slowly, through the crevices of the fingers. Evaporates, mercilessly, but not entirely. It lingers, preparing for the next day.

Hope dwindles but refuses to go. It's so stubborn!

सुबह आती है और साथ लाती है एक मुट्ठी उम्मीद। हर रोज़। दिन चढ़ता है, और मुट्ठी ढीली होने लगती है, मानो थक गयी हो। और फिर उम्मीद उन पोरों से फिसलने ...

अगर मैं कहूँ...

 

मेरी पेंटिंग

ये वक्त जो हम साथ गुज़ारते हैं अनमोल है मेरे लिए। कभी बस यूं ही, चुपचाप शाम की ठंडी तासीर को ज़ज्ब करते हुए। तो कभी बस बातें ―बेवजह, बेमतलब की बातें। तकरीबन हर रोज़। इसी वक्त, इसी जगह पर। इसी पत्थर पर बैठकर। समंदर की मलंग सी लहरें जाने कितनी दफ़ा आती जाती रहती हैं। जैसे हमारी बातें सुनने आती हों। 

और तुम! तुम इस वक्त से भी ज़्यादा अजीज़ हो। मेरी तरफ आते हुए जैसे तुम मुस्कुराते हो तो मेरा एक अजीब सी खुशी से भर जाता है। जब तुम अपनी आंखें सिकोड़कर देखते हो तो मैं समझ जाती हूँ कि तुम मेरी बात स...

Mogra

Photo by Shubham Shrivastava, Unsplash

The sky turned purple as the darkness enveloped the evening in its embrace, and she grew restless. It was her first day in her new house and she was alone.

It was a nice, little cottage, nestled in the lap of nature. She loved nature and quietude. There were very few houses in this area, located quite far from each other. So far that if she screamed, nobody would listen to her. A shiver ran down her spine as this thought crossed her mind. Right then, a cold ...

तुमने कहा था...

Photo: Lasse Møller, Unsplash

तुमने कहा था ― 'कि अंधेरे से कभी डरना नहीं। मैं रहूंगा, हमेशा, तुम्हारा हाथ थामने को। थोड़ी देर हो भी जाए गर तो इंतज़ार करना। हम साथ चलेंगे, उन्हीं अंधेरों में ढ़ूंढ़ लेंगे वो राह जो हमें रौशनी तक ले जाए।'

बहुत देर हो गयी इस दफ़ा, मैं अब भी इंतज़ार में हूँ। इन्हीं अंधेरों में इक आशियाना बना कर।

कभी कहा नहीं तुम्हें पर मैं अंधेरे से डरती नहीं। ऐसा भी नहीं कि कोई राह ढ़ूंढ़ पाना नामुमकिन होगा मेरे लिए।

पर तुम्हारा वो साथ, मेरे हाथों में तुम्हारा हाथ ―वो मुझे रौशनी से भी ज़्यादा अज...

It Rained That Night

 

Photo: Lochie Blanch, Unsplash

It was howling outside, darkness veiled by gleaming, heavy raindrops. She was waiting for Amar. Their first anniversary planning went awry. But he said he will be home, no matter what. 

The doorbell blared. Relief rushed through her mind. 

She opened the door. Amar was right there, smiling and drenched. She moved to hug him. 'Arrey, I'm drenched. Let me change.' He said affectionately, looking deep into her eyes. There was sadness in his eyes, which bothered her. I'l...

Hindi Translation of My Favourite Poems

It's fun, so here it is, again!

You can read my last translation post HERE

'तुम्हें मुहब्बत हो गयी है?'उसने पूछा। 'बताओ तो, कैसा महसूस होता है जब किसी से प्यार हो जाए?'
'जैसे हर वो चीज जो मैंने खो दी थी, आकर मेरे गले लग गयी हो,' मैंने कहा। Original: Nayyirah Waheed

Light is more important by Nizar Qabbani (It's already translated in English)

रौशनी दिये से ज़्यादा खास होती है।

कविताएं उन पन्नों से ज़्यादा अहम होती हैं

जिनपर हम उन्हें लिखते हैं;

वो चुम्बन जो दिल को छू जाए

होठों से ज़्यादा मायने रखता है।

और त...

F: Favourites of 2022 (#BlogchatterA2Z)

 

This year, I decided to go slow with my reading (mainly because of my writing assignments). I am reading at my own pace, without bothering about posting a review and all that (I do write mini reviews if I like the book; avoid if I don't). I have abandoned 5 books so far (3 back to back). I really hope I like what I started recently. Also, I'm listening to my first audiobook (first full length novel, I mean). The Last Boy to Fall in Love (Hindi).

But let's talk about what I liked. 

Young Blood by ...