Bookmylife

Life seemed dark and empty after the death of my daughter AIshwarya, in an accident, a day before her 17 th birthday. Everything seemed worthless and I felt like nothing mattered anymore. After days of struggling, I decided to turn to writing. I decided to pen my thoughts about the game which I had held so dear to my life—cricket and my association with it. I knew that it was something which could bring new light to my life, but the question was “how?” I started writing in the month of the February, in 2015, and today it has come to place after more than a year of painstaking efforts. Stringing together great women cricketers of India, dedicated organizers and landmark events, combined with my daughter and my journey of cricket, I’ve written this book pouring in my deepest of emotions. I felt really honored when the Marathi version of my book received the Rasikraj Wangmayin Rajyastariya Award. I’ve tried my level best to maintain the authenticity of the book ...

‘Wake me up when you are actually gone…!’ The thought of moving on ‘alone’ is difficult but the most difficult part is leaving you. I’m broken again. I’ve decided to lead my life the way it is—incomplete. I kept looking outside the window, to his window in a hope I would be able to see him for one last time. I have not felt something at this extreme before. For the first time, I could sense the heartache which is a gut wrench portrait of pain. My eyes are wet but I am not crying. My heart is beating but it is not mine. I want to speak but words are wanting. I want to listen but your voice is missing. I did not do anything the whole day. Sitting quiet and thinking about him. Thinking about all the time we had spent together. All the nights we had lived together. I kept reading his message again and again. As he instructed, I will try to not to meet him. I will keep my mind busy so that I don’t see him in my thoughts. But my heart, he did not mention what to do ...

‘Wake me up when you are actually gone…!’ The thought of moving on ‘alone’ is difficult but the most difficult part is leaving you. I’m broken again. I’ve decided to lead my life the way it is—incomplete. I kept looking outside the window, to his window in a hope I would be able to see him for one last time. I have not felt something at this extreme before. For the first time, I could sense the heartache which is a gut wrench portrait of pain. My eyes are wet but I am not crying. My heart is beating but it is not mine. I want to speak but words are wanting. I want to listen but your voice is missing. I did not do anything the whole day. Sitting quiet and thinking about him. Thinking about all the time we had spent together. All the nights we had lived together. I kept reading his message again and again. As he instructed, I will try to not to meet him. I will keep my mind busy so that I don’t see him in my thoughts. But my heart, he did not mention what to do ...

#IMPERFECT #FLAWED #RAW #REAL #LikeANovice … Like whistles of a Novice March 19, 2018, Delhi Like secret diaries of many, this book gets those secrets out! SPARROWS ARE MEANT TO CHIRP! “ The Diary of a Novice Author ” is a potpourri of poetic stories and poems that say stories … These stories get you to imagine them with open eyes while reading. It brings you close to what you may have fantasized one day and lived another. The author is extremely happy with the imperfections, flaws, rawness and the touch of reality in the book for it allows his thoughts to be read unedited by anyone who just wants to rekindle with what ’ s deep inside. The author allows his desire, to travel various places, to influence the locations that some of the stories are based on. To some readers, it may seem like a flashback or erotic dose and to some it could take them to the journey along  with the author that he took while he penned this down. The book has everything:  PAIN ...