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Authors are one of the most underrated persons in our society if we ignore few exceptional cases of some renowned authors. Nowadays, authors are grossing decent collections of their books yet the word ‘Author’ is still not enrolled in the section of the profession by a majority of people.

Most of the people think that writing is merely a hobby and authors write just for the amusement. They consider that writing is something without an author can’t breathe and so they write. This might be true to some extent, but not all the authors write to secrete their individual emotions and expressions. Surprisingly, there are a lot of factors for writing, perhaps which has not been given a thought by most of the people so far. Some authors write for the people. Some write for the society while some write for the changes too. But, what they get in return?

Everything comes with a price. So are authors. They spend a good year or two of their life writing a book, but the journey does not the end here. Even after completing the manuscript, they invest lot of time and money to make it available on the accessible platform for the readers. Unfortunately, after all these efforts, sometimes they do not get even a proper admiration for their work by the society.

Needless to say, that reading has always considered as the best exercise for mind. So, one must have to pay the gratitude to those who are seeking them to do such exercise. A book might be the source of entertainment, knowledge or time pass for the readers. But, for authors, their books are the treasure for them which must get recognition by candid feedbacks and kind for the work.

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Today we have Nitin Kumar, author of The Way She Loved with us. Tell us about yourself. I am student of Journalism and mass communication, pursuing my graduation from National institute of mass com…

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Colors of Life

Book Name- The Way She Loved
Author- Nitin Kumar
Genre- Romantic Fiction
Publisher- Notion Press Publishing
Pages- 194
Price- ₹190

Every relationship has ups and downs. But, only those relationships that sustain separation and pain will stand the test of time.

Ayush, a small town boy, falls in love with Arpita who is older than him and already has a boyfriend. After much struggle, he succeeds in getting into a relationship with her. They fall in love but end up going their separate ways.

Ayush is deeply affected by the breakup and is plagued by unanswered questions.

What were the reasons behind Arpita’s change in behavior? Did she really love him? Would he learn to live with the pain?

Does Ayush come to understand The Way She Loved?

This is debut novel by Nitin Kumar and it could not be better. The way she loved is wonderful book…

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​BOOK REVIEW OF- The Way She Loved

BY NITIN KUMAR

Paperback: 194 pages

Publisher: Notion Press; First edition (2016)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1946129607

ISBN-13: 978-1946129604

A BRIEF OVERVIEW-

Every relationship has ups and downs. But, only those relationships that sustain separation and pain will stand the test of time. Ayush, a small town boy, falls in love with Arpita who is older than him and already has a boyfriend. After much struggle, he succeeds in getting into a relationship with her. They fall in love but end up going their separate ways. Ayush is deeply affected by the breakup and is plagued by unanswered questions. What were the reasons behind Arpita’s change in behaviour? Did she really love him? Would he learn to live with the pain? Does Ayush come to understand The Way She Loved?

REVIEW OF THE BOOK-

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for…

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Raga's Voice

The Way She Loved is a typical love saga penned by Nitin Kumar. This book has an extraordinary way of showing love. It is believed that some show love on face while some love but others never come to know about their love. This story celebrates love in the most unique way.

Cover- The cover of the book has amazing colours which reminds us of the setting sun. This colour scheme gives us a gesture that every setting sun has a rising morning. Hence, the cover surely takes away the hearts of the readers.

Title- The title mesmerises the readers and this gives us a glimpse about the main focus of the story i.e Love at its best.

Blurb- Every relationship has ups and downs. But, only those relationships that sustain separation and pain will stand the test of time.

Ayush, a small town boy, falls in love with Arpita who…

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It was the second week of 2016 and Delhi’s winter was not so piercing,

as it was usually known for. However, CM Kejriwal had just started a

new Odd-even experiment to overcome the pollution.

A leap New Year had just begun and unfortunately it was welcomed

with restriction on the roads of this city. You couldn’t go for drive on

an odd day if you have an even last digit engraved on number-plate.

The basic numerals could now spoil your appointments, dates and

ceremonies if you were reluctant to travel in metro or cab.

Luckily, the even week of the year had started with an odd day. I

was only unfazed that my dad’s Audi A3 had an odd last digit on its

number-plate.

After completing graduation from DTU, I had to remain in the

same city as got placed in a software company in NCR region.

“Yeah, yeah, sure baby! We are going to meet this weekend.” I told

to Rajat, my fiancé who was on line from last 15 minutes.

“I’m leaving now. See you then…” I said, opening the door of

driving seat by one hand and holding the phone and handbag by

another.

“Bye, take care.” I slammed the door.

Meanwhile, I was going to office in Noida. I tuned into my favorite

FM radio and steered the car.

Unlike rest of the days, traffic was influenced by odd-even

experiment. I had to drive for thirty minutes daily. However, the red

light on signals had used to extend the journey up to an hour. After

crossing the Noida City Centre, the vehicles were getting dense. A

checkpoint was initiated by Delhi traffic police. An even number car

was being challaned but that day was mine and I drove off without

any frisk.

I reached at Sector 71, as long as the signal was green. And it

changed from green to red in a few seconds as if it was waiting for

me. The road hawkers, selling car sun shade, fur slipper and balloons  were circumambulating with stoppage of vehicles. Often, I used to think how matters these few minutes of wait which irritate us, for the hawkers. I was thinking all these about when someone knocked at the

glass of the side door.

“Can I get lift please?”

“Only up to sector 72.” He pleaded.

A guy with two-day beard of fair complexion, in white short-sleeved

polo T-shirt, was peeking from outside into my car.

I looked at him for next few seconds, and slid the glass of the door.

I didn’t know even what ran in my mind, I opened the door for him.

“Actually, my car got challaned on previous checkpoint. And no

auto-rickshaw is ready to go for a short distance.” He explained

without asking anything.

“Nothing else.” I said, thinking that giving lift to a stranger in city

like Delhi wasn’t worthy when scandals rated skies.

“Thanks, and sorry, I’m Ayush Kashyap.” He jumbled the words.

“Hello, I’m Tanisha.” I said in formal manner.

He opened his bag pack and drew two spiral journals of different

width. Few notes and paper cuts scattered randomly with the journals.

I was looking at him in regular interval of seconds. God knows what

type of guy he was.

“Actually, I love to write, wherever I go.” he said, showing his

journals.

“Great job.” I respond to him.

I guessed, he wasn’t sounding like Delhitts, as his accent was a

little bit different from authenticity of Delhi’s accent.

“What do you do?” He asked.

“I’m a software developer.” I paused myself. You should be as

conservative to stranger as much as you’re attentive about your

safety.

Although, he had informed me the trivial details about himself,

still I was considering him as stranger. All I wanted to drop him at

his destination as soon as possible. I looked at him once again, he

was busy in writing something on yellow chit. Few minutes later, He

started submitting his paper and clips.

“Stop near that gate, here you can drop me.” He said, pointing

towards a building.

I stopped the car beside the gate. He took his bag and descended

down the car. 

“Thank you so much for the drive.”

“It’s fine and keep writing.”

“Wherever you go.” I added his own sentence ridiculously.

“Yep. Good luck.” He smiled back sarcastically and stepped

briskly.

“Excuse me. Hello…” I screamed.

“You forgot your journals.” I said.

He turned back. “Yes, No I didn’t forget, my memory is good

enough.” He said confidently and went off as if he didn’t care about.

Complicated guy wasn’t? I mourned.

I picked up the journal. ‘The way she loved’ was entitled on the

first page. I gestured for an instant and turned to office, putting his

journal on back seat.

After the busy day, I was at my apartment finally. At ten o’clock,

when I had finished my supper, I called Rajat and narrated the whole

story of the day. Often, I used to do the same.

It was almost 11:00 pm when Rajat hanged up the call after

negotiating all the things. I lay down on bed and started thinking

about occurred thing of the day. Suddenly, the journal stroked in my

mind.

‘Why didn’t he come back to take his journal?’ I asked to myself. I

got up and unzipped the office bag to see that journal. The title was

sufficient to light anyone’s interest.

‘Would it be fair to read someone’s journal?’ I thought for once and

started to read, knowing that it doesn’t matter.

Taken from the novel “THE WAY SHE LOVED”

A mature love needn’t to be manifested. It is accomplish by telepathic way and perceptive trust.

Taken from the novel “THE WAY SHE LOVED”

I offered to grasp her hand. She looked into my eyes for an instant and shook with smile. It’as the very first time when i’ad clutch with her for three second and i perceived three hundred chemical reaction in my body. The feeling of her soft palm like infant was bedrenching my heart. I behold my rough left hand. “Lucky damn, you hugged.” I spoke in mind. “I hope, you won’t misconstrue it, and will keep confined up to friendship.” Arpita said. “Perhaps…No, I won’t. You needn’t worry.” I replied slowly, knowing this gargantuan fib. I wondered why these small town girls’re so conservative and possessive. “I mean, why’ould i tie up to friendship instead of loving such a pretty girl like her.” I whisper to myself. Meanwhile, That wretch path had came from where she turned to her home. I knocked the door of my house. My mother opened with an order to freshen up to me. I thrown my school bag in the chair as per day and changed the uniform. “Haven’t you wash up your hand ?” My mother exclaimed from kitchen. “Bring a spoon, i’ll eat through.” I replied in same pitch. “But, why can’t hand through” My mother introgate, putting the dish on bed. “Usually, Mom” I lied. But the serious reason’as the handshake which’ad happened thirty minute ago for three seconds. I believed that feeling’as still in my hand and wanted to furl it precisely.