I Wrote a Novel

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder. What would it be to be a published author? I’ve wondered that since I was 13, and now, I have a chance.

Inkitt.com is running a contest, and they call it Story Peak Novel Contest. I’m in. And so is my novel, Praveena.

I posted one chapter of it a day last November during the National Blog Posting Month. Whether you read it then or not, you can now.

And if you do like it, please consider reserving a copy. The best three novels that get 100 readers or more will have a chance to get published. It’s a small ray of hope I’m clinging to.

I’m counting on everyone of you reading this now to help me get there. I’d appreciate it a lot.

Read it here: My novel on Inkitt.

Again, if you think it’s good, please reserve a copy for yourself (and tell everyone you know to reserve their copy, too).

Life Goals

She was twenty-five already, and all friends were settled for life. A high-earning fiancée, a well-planned wedding, a fancy honeymoon, and a lifetime ahead of baking and eating. They had the money, they had the luxe, they had the looks. When days were free, they went to the movies, shopped for love, and selfied their vanity. Life was busy.

She still lived in a dingy lone apartment. She’d wake up each morning, work out, walk to work, get worked up, and walk back home to her books. Some weekends she’d get drunk and binge on Friends. And when she felt like it, she trekked untrodden ways and chased sunrises. Life was good.

To Fall in Love

They warned me
love doesn’t last
dear god please
help me then
for I have failed
fallen into bed
with fierce love
charging through
surging passion
sucking the sleep
from dreary eyes
seeking past sockets
searching my soul
keeping me alive
with gushing thoughts
and a pulsing heart
but when day breaks
and eyes crack open
that flame’ll be gone
shame though’ll stay
my book’ll be strewn
and I’ll be screwed
’tis a burden, a curse
to have fallen in love
with words enthralling.

Talk About Health

They say it’s unhealthy
if you eat too healthy
but what am I to do
when everything I do
makes me fat as a cat
stuffed inside a hat
but what am I to do
there’s so much ado
apples, pears are body shapes
kale and fads, women of shams
it’s all just a scam
all I want is some ham
to stuff in my fancy bread
that’s all grain, oat, and dread
Oh, what’s the point of dieting
If it’s about hiding your craving?

Peeping Through

It was one of the best days of my life. I had crossed the border and into Nepal. I took off alone to explore while my team devoured on souvenirs in the shopping zone.

It was a cold evening, and I was all covered up in a sweater and heavy boots. As I went on, I came across a Hannuman temple. It looked rich, golden, and deserted. I wasn’t sure if I could go in, so I lingered walking around the vicinity taking photos.

The temple was guarded by a huge metal gate, walking to it, I saw a narrow opening through which I saw Hanuman standing in all glory.

hanuman-temple-pasupatinagar