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An excerpt from my debut novel, New Dawn:

Dear N.B.,

 Good to find you recovering from this tribulation. This is just a nightmare from which you will convalesce and then don yourself with the same “I-will-kill-you-I.D.” coat. And don’t assume I am lying but as I went through your experience at your grandma’s, I had no idea how as an impulse my eyes filled with water. I can now actually feel the way you dealt with those days.

 You dreaming of your uncle was really emotively tetchy. I guess it is your love that brought you both together in your dream. And just like your uncle’s words, always try to make others happy, make them smile and laugh (including me).

 Your situation made me muse a lot, lot about love these days. Love-a feeling which even though has a designation in the dictionary, can never be expressed with words. This irresistible feeling which I could never clarify, never understand fully (I still have a long way to go I mean…c’mon I’m just 14).

 But people do say that there’s no age to fall in love. Plus, once you attain puberty, you have no control over your hormones- be it growth or gonadotrophins. So probably that isn’t really false. Plus, who said that “fall in love” refers to true love only (maybe it does but mostly in movies). There are many other “love”s available, for instance puppy love which is none but infatuation and you are never too young to be a victim of this. Take my case. I had my first crush when I was an eighth grader (later part of it) a year and half after attainment of puberty.

 I had my first crush in my Chemistry tuition classes. I was never interested in any of the guys available there but this fellow was a new comer. He joined our session mid-term.

It was his first day. Co-incidentally, I was early to my classes, earlier than usual.  As I passed through the main gate, my eyes fell on a fair, thin structure who stood in the corridor. I neared him. He looked at me. We shared glances, then I made my way to the classroom. That’s how I saw him for the first time. I left him unnoticed until my chum, Naina whispered in my ear: “That new boy…did you see him? His smile is so cute”

I dismissed her statement with “C’mon stop starring at him”


And needless to say, she did stop starring at him until I had started. That very day, when our classes got over and everybody moved out of the room, Naina and I stayed back to clarify our doubts. The new boy too stayed behind to pay his monthly fee. Our doubts were over fifteen minutes later, till then, the new boy waited near the doorway patiently for us to be done.

“Look at him! Look at him!” Naina cried a panicky, tugging my shoulders as we walked across him.


I gave a closer look at his features: tall but thin, fairer than the other guys, dark eyes with high cheek bones, unruffled hair and an evergreen smile on his rose- pink lips. I began observing him. Eventually, I started finding his smile or rather him cute. I decided to have a talk with him, much against my “I-don’t-talk-to-guys” ritual. Probably I wouldn’t have succeeded in my goal had it not been for organic and inorganic chemistry. Naina and I had some doubts regarding the bonding of the functional groups and so did the newbee; not exactly that but some doubts regarding structural formulae.


 Naina and I were done soon and waited outside the classroom for our sir. New guy came out and left without any stoppage, not even his doubt partner. I gave Naina a jerk to get her out of her trance as she stood mesmerized by the new bee’s smile. Yeah it’s cute but not that cute…but it’s cute.

‘Bye sir’ she bade on behalf of both of us and we rushed down. New guy was waiting at the resting on the first floor. Prone to his behavior, he stood timidly-as if still debating whether to walk or not.

“Organic chemistry’s cool right?” I said as I took the first step.

“Yeah. Specially the structural formulae” Naina matched.

I glanced at the new dude as he stood behind us.

“What’s your name?” Can’t believe I just did.

“Ro…” he replied.

I could feel my heartbeat acceleration. And as an impulse, my face turned hot.

‘Actually it’s Rohan Aditya Kashyap. But my friends call me Ro so you can call me Ro’ he explained with a grin…a cute grin. So, I was his friend.

By then Naina had fled from the spot, leaving me at the mercy of ‘Ro’.

I tried to flee too.

‘What’s your name?’ it was his turn now

That was probably the first time I had conversed so well with a nutcase. My infatuation increased. However, I knew that all that was going through was just nothing but the action of hormones and its result was a crush. Occasionally, we would talk. Sometimes just a cordial “hi” or “hello”. And sometimes even more. In the mean time, people had started spreading rumors about Rohan liking me and him staring at me during lessons.

I was a little taken aback and wrathful at the thought of being liked by a boy. But a part of me felt okay. Teenage fancy, you see. Gossips had it that Ro was even preparing for a proposal. He had asked someone about my basic instincts and tempers over Facebook and my friends circle was more than gay with the buzz…

– New Dawn, Lets talk about LOVE.


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Those were the days we were together

Those were the days of fun.

Those were the times we’d spent together

Those were the times of mirth.


Divided we never were

Never could they try to carve us up.

But destiny has its own tales

When fate has it in its hands.


Like petals of a flower torn apart

Like flora of foliage segregated;

I stand with a white by your grave.

And as a sudden gesture-our song strikes me then.

The golden symphony of our friendship still plays on

And I know, this golden symphony will never stop.

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It was a Sunday morning; an as usual Sunday morning. I casually sat in the park, enjoying the sight of many young and old that came for evening walks or to work out their fats.  ‘My fats will never burn even if I do hundred push-ups a day’ I thought. My eyes scanned the entire area-greenery amongst concrete. That is when I spotted this girl- Niharika. I didn’t know her then though she was my neighbor  She came with her mother, clasping her mother’s hand like a tiny tot at my age. At first it seemed a bit amusing. Her mother led her to a nearby bench- made her sit and she left to join her friends circle. She sat there, her head turning from left to right. Her hanky slipped down. She didn’t notice that. I guess she was busy in her own world. So, I duly went and picked it up.  I think she ignored me too.

“Excuse me, you’re hanky” I said, as politely as etiquette demands. She held out her hand in response. I sat beside her. She had beautiful brown eyes that matched well with her fair complexion.

“Hello-”, I began, “I’m Tania. What’s your name?”

“I don’t talk with strangers” she retorted looking away from me

“We can be friends…”

She sat still. As if I was akin to any other abiotic component. My touchy nature would not let me forget and forgive this insult (not exactly one). ‘Do what you want! Sit alone in this park and I don’t care!’  My mind hauled over the coals.

Days flew by. And contrary to what I had stated earlier, that incident faded away gradually.

It was a social gathering held in one of our neighbor’s house. I had no interest in visiting such parties. But that day, the extent to which my sister pissed me was at its utmost limit and she was successful in removing the ‘unsocial’ tag from me.

The house was so cramped up. I wonder why ladies held such activities in their miniature bungalows in no other attempt but to showcase their affluence. And comically there was no trace of mosquitoes while it was a rainy day. How will they survive if they get in?

I sat in one of the corners alone for a few minutes until my chum came over.

“Hey, how’s on?”  , she asked

“Fine. School’s hectic although” I replied.

As we were in the middle of our conversation, that ‘I-don’t-talk-with-strangers’ girl entered. As usually, she was accompanied by her mother. She was donned in an oblong yellow dress. How weird.

“Poor girl” my chum sympathized

“Poor? Doesn’t seem so.”

“Not in that way but…she’s blind”

That was the shock of my life. She was blind. Whatever she did, the way she behaved, what she wore had only one reason behind them-the fact that she was blind. She had beautiful eyes which didn’t serve their actual purpose. She didn’t even know how she looked. She never saw and could not see this beautiful but cruel world. She was BLIND. I suppose that was the worst irregular conjugation I had and will ever make in my life. That day was a turning point, a vantage point to check my judgments.

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