Dear Readers, here is a contest perhaps for the first time in the history of literature.
Suggest a name for the novel after reading the general picture below and from the cover design
Arouse your creative cells and come up with the best title for the novel. Perhaps, yours might be the one peeping through the bookstores all over the country in a month.
The winner will be duly acknowledged and will get an Author-signed copy of the book and be called as a chief-guest to the book launch.
Contest runs till 16th October midnight
Does love really end when you have a breakup?
Does life really end when your long time love leaves you?
Does Love always mean you have to be with the opposite sex?
Deb, I will be waiting for you. You know I just did the waxing yesterday! Oh God! Pooja, not now. Deb, read the sms and put back the mobile.
- -A big flirt
He felt reckless one last time.Deb looked at his glass window with droplets of rain clenching to it. Priyanka’s face flashed for the last time with the lightning. Her sweet smile beamed in front of his face. How much he liked that smile! How much he was mad about her! And then it was all over. The razor shined the last unforgiving minute in his raised up right hand, till it came down slashing. It was all over. A puddle of blood formed on the white carpet as Deb lay there, his soul still fighting to unite with his creator
- A failed suicide
‘Sono Mouli, Tomake ebar oi chele tar songe dekha kortei hobe....R kotidin ei bhabe cholbe’ (See Mouli, you have to meet this guy...how long will it go like this).Sitala Debi, Ayantika’s mother was shouting...this conversation had been going on for long...since last November and it was already April....I don’t want to marry now mom, I have told you a million times...Please Dad, make mom understand – Arranged marriage blues
The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire, nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind. But then you need to be realize what you are. Consciousness is eternal. Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire-Consciousness is eternal it is not vanquished with the destruction of the temporary body. My son, you need to seek the truth within yourself, and that will set you free
– Guru Lama’s word
It all happened on a rainy day .I still remember the unremitting rain all throughout the night. When Ashwini Uncle knocked the door, he was already all wet . And then… All I could feel was the prickling of the moustache and my lips locked – A confused Soul
He looked up. Closing his eyes, he felt the drops on his face. It somehow soothed his heart. As the rain slowly kissed his face soaking him, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ayantika and how much he loves her. It was difficult to look up as it had started raining heavily. He silently thanked someone, somewhere up above .Love never dies. As a sapling, it again rises silently from a secret corner of the heart. He opened his hand and tried to feel the drops.
Rain...Rain...
How sweet and lovely is water from sky...
Rain...Rain...
it`s a wine of lovers...
Rain... Rain...
It’s a lovers’ pain...
- A changed Soul
Will Deb be in love again?
Will it succeed?
Who will Ayantika choose for her marriage?
Will Vinod find the answer to his lingering confusion?
What did Guru Lama said to them?
So,far the best one has been -
-PUBLISHED BY VITASTA PUBLISHING ALONG WITH TIMES OF INDIA
