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(Saturday Short Story I)

Love cannot be made, It just happens.
Maya had a list of places she wanted to see before life pulled her back into routine. Sarang was travelling for his own reasons — to breathe away from a world that valued him only for his money, title, and reputation.
They met as strangers on the same trip. She was simple, untouched by his status or wealth, and never tried to impress or please. He was drawn to her warmth, her generosity, and the joy she found in little things.
She noticed his smile, his playful teasing, the way he could make ordinary moments glow. Both had been through enough to guard their hearts — she had been left by previous relations for being “too much giving,” and once, in her past, was deeply hurt when taken advantage of at her most vulnerable. He had seen too many women chase him for his name, fame, and money.
They spent days together — walking, talking, laughing — moments where love brushed past but neither reached for it. At the end, they left with a quiet promise never to meet again.
Back in their own worlds, they poured themselves into hobbies and self-growth. With no commitments, no promises. It was like some lamp had lightened inside.
Because sometimes, love isn’t possession or marriage always — it’s an unspoken acceptance. It’s the ability to acknowledge emotions, honor them, and still respond from a place of calm, centered awareness.
We love a flower on the street, a sunset we can’t keep, Pet at home. A god we can’t touch.
Love just happens — it cannot be made.
Pyar kiya nahi jata baas ho jata hai.
#SaturdayShortStories by Deepali Bakshi

There are days I feel done.
Done trying. Done hoping. Done creating.

I’ve written books—heart-first, soul-deep. And yet, sometimes, I look at the numbers and feel… nothing is working. Not a single sale. Not a single sign.

But then I remember a verse from the Bhagavad Gita—
When you raise a child, do you expect anything in return?
No. You simply nurture, feed, love.
Because that’s what a mother does. It’s not transactional—it’s unconditional.

Writing is the same.
Books are like children of the soul.
We birth them into the world, not for applause, but because something inside us knows—we were meant to.

Not every child becomes famous.
Not every story gets seen.
But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth raising.

So, I return to the page…
Not for validation. But for karma. For creation. For healing.
Because I am a writer. And this… is my path.

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"If I do not write my grief, I deny a part of my soul.
And what is a writer, if not someone who lives openly—through every storm, every silence, every fragile truth?"

These words came to me in a moment of stillness—a moment when the ache of loss had no shape, only weight.
I recently lost my mother… and with her, a part of me went silent.

It’s strange how the world continues spinning.
Messages still come. Notifications still blink.
But inside, something just stops.

I’ve always believed that words are not just stories—they’re a kind of healing.
A quiet form of survival. A bridge between the heart and the universe.
So even now, as I tremble inside, I write.

Not for sympathy.
Not for attention.
But because writing is how I breathe through pain.

My mother’s absence is a silence I will carry in every chapter I write from here on.
She wasn’t just my mother—she was my listener, my protector, my grounding energy.

As a writer, I’ve shared love stories, soul journeys, karmic bonds…
But today, I share a raw truth.
Grief is not always loud. Sometimes, it is a gentle folding in of the self.

To all those who’ve lost someone and kept walking, even quietly—I see you.
To those who use art, words, or silence to cope—I stand with you.

This isn’t just a post. It’s my way of lighting a diya in the digital world.
For her. For healing. For continuing.
And for all those who feel alone in their grief, may these words be a soft presence beside you.

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With light,
Deepali
(Author of The Fall of Time, My Love AI, Karmic Circles of Destiny)

Today, as I sit by my window, wrapped in silence and a light blanket of fever, I realize that healing — whether from an illness, a heartbreak, or the weight of unspoken emotions — is never linear. It flows like a quiet river, sometimes slow, sometimes wild, always carrying us somewhere deeper.

These days, I find myself reflecting a lot on the world we've created — in real life and in the pages of my books. My Love AI and Beyond the Milestones are not just stories. They are mirrors of our modern chaos, our quiet dreams, and the ache for something more — love, meaning, truth.

Being unwell today reminded me that rest is also creation. Silence is also a sentence. And staying away from screens or promotions doesn’t mean we disappear — sometimes it’s how we reappear stronger.

If you are reading this, thank you for pausing with me.
And if you are someone who believes in soulful storytelling, human dilemmas, and the strange beauty of technology meeting emotion — then you might find a part of yourself in my books.

Let’s keep walking together — through stories, through storms, and towards something true.

With warmth,
Deepali 🌸

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Dear Reader,

This is my very first blog post here on Goodreads — and I’m truly excited to connect with you in this little corner of the reading world.

Writing stories has always been my way of making sense of the emotions we all carry — love, pain, healing, and hope. My books are not just pages and words, but reflections of real feelings, silent struggles, and the quiet courage we often don’t talk about.

If you’ve picked up "Love Me Like a KDrama" or "In the Fall of Time," I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. And if you're still deciding — I invite you warmly to explore the emotions these stories carry.

📝 If you do read one of my books, I would love if you could leave a short review here on Goodreads. It doesn’t have to be long or formal — just a few words about how the book made you feel. Your reviews don’t just help other readers discover the book, they truly encourage authors like me to keep writing from the heart.

This is just the beginning of our journey together, and I look forward to sharing more — about writing, life, inspiration, and the beautiful chaos in between.

With love,
Deepali Bakshi
Author | Dreamer | Believer in Stories that Heal