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November 6, 2025

My English Translation of a Beautiful Hindi Poem by Rajeshwar Vashisht

 




The famous writer and journalist Sanjeev Paliwal ji recited a beautiful poem by Rajeshwar Vashisht on Twitter. (He recited my write-up too, and I was so thrilled and honoured!). You can listen to it HERE, if you want.


Rajeshwar Vashisht's poem is so beautiful that I wanted to translate it.

Here's the original poem:


प्रेम फिर से लिखा जा रहा है


नदी के जल में 

घुल गया है सुनहरा सूरज

नीचे तक झुक आया है 

नीला आकाश

काँप रही है हवा, 

और तुम लिख रही हो 

कोई कविता 

तितलियों के पंखों पर!


तुम्हारी आँख से 

काजल लेकर 

सा...

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Published on November 06, 2025 19:28

November 5, 2025

Book Review: The Truth About You and Me by Emma Cooper

 


Book: The Truth About You and Me

Author: Emma Cooper

Publisher: Boldwood Books

Source: Netgalley


The Blurb:


Maggie always wanted to be an astronaut but ended up being a cleaner. She loves her job. 

Every Friday, she attends the last showing at her local indie cinema after finishing her job. 

One night, Jack, the owner of a popular bookshop (and a voracious reader who has lost the ability to read after an accident), goes to the same screening. These two strangers are about to fall in love – there’s jus...

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Published on November 05, 2025 18:00

A Girl With a Fountain Pen



The crisp November breeze waltzes inside the dimly lit room, as I watch you from the corner. You stare at a blank screen, the faint blue light falling on your face. Your arched eyebrows join into a frown, as you struggle with your story ideas bubbling inside your head. Did I ever tell you that too many ideas bursting at once can hurt as much as having none? No I haven't —we haven't talked in a very very long time.

‘One idea at a time?’ I whisper but you don't pay attention.  

‘What’s wrong with me...

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Published on November 05, 2025 01:03

November 4, 2025

My Hindi Translation: You Weren't Mine But You Mattered by Eric Wilson



My Hindi Translation 


तुम मेरे नहीं थे,

पर तुम अहम थे मेरे लिए।

मुझे कोई हक़ नहीं कि मैं तुम्हें याद करूँ,

बिल्कुल नहीं!

तुम मेरे थे ही नहीं कि मैं तुम्हें थाम सकूं,

या कि खो दूं।

मगर फिर भी, 

मेरे वजूद का एक हिस्सा तुम्हारी याद से बंधा है।

जैसे कोई डोर जिसे मैं बाँधना भूल गयी।


अजीब है ना ये?

किसी को चाहना 

बिना ये जाने कि उस प्यार की जगह क्या है?

मानो कोई राज़ 

जो सीने में एक धीमा सा दर्द बनकर रहता है…


तुम मेरे नहीं थे,

पर तुम बेहद 

अहम थे मेरे लिए।


This post is part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 



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Published on November 04, 2025 02:58

November 3, 2025

मेरे सपनों की कविता




So we speak in our dreams and understand what others are saying, but do you ever hear a clear voice —someone saying something significant and insightful like a quotation —without knowing where it came from?

I wrote a little poem inspired by such a voice someone whispered in my dream: 'जैसे सूरज की किरणों ने बारिश की बूंदों को छू लिया हो।'


तुम्हारी बोलती नज़रें

प्यार की पहली झलक थी

जो मन में ऐसे बसी मानो

कभी ना बुझने वाली दीये की लौ।

और तुमसे मिलना कुछ ऐसा था 

जैसे सूरज की किरणों ने

बारिश की बूंदों को छू ...

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Published on November 03, 2025 05:46

November 2, 2025

The Surreal Realm of My Dreams



Dreams are fascinating in so many ways. Even more so if they're vivid. They feel like borrowed hours in another mysterious world. Have you ever noticed that in those hours, we act with perfect instinct, completely true to our nature?

I’ve been a dreamer for as long as I can remember. Some dreams from many many years ago still live in me, clear and vivid.

I have written a horror story that was inspired by my dream. Strangely, my dreams generally fall in the genre of thrillers. If only I had the cal...

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Published on November 02, 2025 07:20

November 1, 2025

BOO!




Mystery, intrigue, a sense of unease and a touch of an eerie suspense —Horror used to be one of my favourite genres, even though I am not easily spooked by ghosts or the supernatural. I used to enjoy it mostly through movies and serials, occasional magazine stories but very few books ever seemed to truly ignite a sense of fear in me. And what’s the point of reading a horror story if you don’t feel scared? One of my family friends was flabbergasted to know that I could watch horror at night while...

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Published on November 01, 2025 01:09

October 30, 2025

Magic Box 2: A Delightful Collection of Children's Stories


If you listen to FM Radio, you must have come across Yaadon Ka Box –a wonderful audio storytelling platform, crisp stories full of heart and nostalgia. I feel truly thankful to be part of this amazing team. We are now stepping into Season 8 (my second season).


Last year, Neelesh sir started his own publishing imprint, The Slow Imprint, in association with Ekada (Hindi wing of Westland Books), and published five lovely books, including Magic Box, a well-loved collection of beautiful children stori...

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Published on October 30, 2025 02:08

October 29, 2025

Book Review: Falling Apart and Other Gifts from the Universe by Catherine Ryan Hyde

 



It's so fascinating how some writers —their writing style/storytelling/characters —pull you in instantly.

Catherine Ryan Hyde is one of those writers for me. I can easily call her one of my favourite storytellers. There's something about her writing, it hits you right in the feels.

My first book I read by her is ‘’, and it's still my favourite.

'Falling Apart and Other Gifts from the Universe' is about two people: a sixty two years old woman, Addie and a seventeen-year-old Jonathan...

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Published on October 29, 2025 06:31

October 25, 2025

When No One Was Looking: A Bookish Dreamscape




When no one was looking, she found herself sitting on a stone bench beneath a cherry blossom tree, a book resting in her lap. Her face broke into a smile. 


‘Ve Din’ by Nirmal Verma. 


It was an old copy. She opened the book and ran her palm across the page, feeling the texture and the traces of a handwritten message:


‘उनके लिए जिन्हें शब्दों की जादूगरी पर यक़ीन है…’

(For those who believe in the magic of words.)


She leafed through the pages and paused on a paragraph.


‘—पुरानी लिखी हुई कॉपी के बीच एक अनल...

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Published on October 25, 2025 02:35