My First Novel

Hey Beautiful People! I hope you all had an amazing time celebrating over the past few days. As we bid farewell to last year, a fresh start is calling—so here’s wishing a Happy New Year to my dear ones! Now, I promise this blog won’t be gloomy, but I do want to share something real—something that’s been on my mind. When Writing Feels Like Breathing Over the past few days, I’ve been stuck trying to decide what to write about next. Funny, right? Writing is supposed to come naturally to me, but the more I forced myself to think, the harder it became. And that’s when it hit me: writing isn’t meant to feel like a job . If I ever let it become one, it’ll lose its magic for me. And trust me, I’ve had enough of that with my 9-to-6 job. People might say, “If you hate it, quit already!” But here’s the thing: even though I don’t see myself doing this job forever, I still give it my all. It may not fuel my soul, but it pays the bills, lets me eat what I want, and keeps life running smoothly—for n...

Hey, beauties and cuties, it’s me again! Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be this excited about Day 2, but “kya karu, oh ladies, mai hoon aadat se majboor.” I know you just sang a song I didn’t even write, and that’s the level of popularity I want, no what is popular these days I manifest, I manifest that one day I’ll write a story, and people will relate every Ansh and Golu with my Ansh and Golu. You Got it, right? So basically, Ansh and Golu are two characters from my second novel. What about the first one? Oh, I hardly remember—it’s been a decade. I’ve always been this distracted person. I neither know how to convey my message properly nor manage to do anything right the first time. I need a warm-up, just like these blogs. Speaking of blogs, in this one, I just want to share how I felt betrayed by my loved ones. Ah, too much drama, but that’s the spice we need for a story to get cooked and for you all to stay hooked! Life lesson incoming… You, 4-5 readers who will likely read this blog, mu...

Let me begin by introducing the hooman behind the screen—you guessed it right, that's me. Life, for me, has been pretty straightforward. As a middle-class kid who graduated as an engineer and now works a 9-to-5 job in an IT firm, it might seem as uneventful as any other 28-year-old’s routine. I often find myself living a life that mirrors someone else’s be it Preeti’s, Prachi’s, or Pakhi’s—and this realization has been gnawing at me for years. But was I doing anything about it? Nope. Instead, every time I thought about how predictable—not boring, but predictable—my life was, I’d remind myself how blessed I actually Am. After all, I have a stable job that provides me with financial security. I’ve even started saving, which is no small feat. Plus, my job requires frequent air travel—an experience many dream of, perhaps even Preeti or Prachi. Living alone in my cozy little 1BHK far from home, I enjoy the independence and freedom that might be Pakhi’s dream. Maybe my life isn’t as ordi...