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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAarchi was born in India on 25th March 2002, the daughter of Sanjeev Advani Saini and his wife Mamta Saini.She becomes one of the youngest author of the hometown Shamli. So renowned for "The loads of poetry). She has sold the book worldwide, the recipient of numerous prestigious awards in her writing journey. She writes daily columns syndicated throughout the world. Aarchi Advani Saini is well known for her writing on many other platforms. And overthrowing mankind. She is also a fantasy and literature fiction author specializing in "anjaan ajnabi". The aarchi advani saini, also hosts a chanRead More...
Aarchi was born in India on 25th March 2002, the daughter of Sanjeev Advani Saini and his wife Mamta Saini.
She becomes one of the youngest author of the hometown Shamli. So renowned for "The loads of poetry). She has sold the book worldwide, the recipient of numerous prestigious awards in her writing journey. She writes daily columns syndicated throughout the world. Aarchi Advani Saini is well known for her writing on many other platforms. And overthrowing mankind. She is also a fantasy and literature fiction author specializing in "anjaan ajnabi".
The aarchi advani saini, also hosts a channel where she uses her passion of storytelling. And background in business to help other creatives navigate their writing. And publishing journey. When she's not writing or tubing she enjoying listening books,
Making stories by her own. And love to live in her virtual world.
Achievements
The dreams were strange but also warm... They loved their nights because of that dreams... They didn't tell anyone about that thinking it was just dreams... They had many others to interest than the daily dreams and that unforgettable, complicated dream... But who knows...? Is that reality or just a cryptic dream....?
The dreams were strange but also warm... They loved their nights because of that dreams... They didn't tell anyone about that thinking it was just dreams... They had many others to interest than the daily dreams and that unforgettable, complicated dream... But who knows...? Is that reality or just a cryptic dream....?
Can we call it a love story? No, it's fairer being a nameless tale. "Tape a tale." By aarchi advani. It is a fictional story. A kind of fairy tale. Hope you will enjoy.
Can we call it a love story? No, it's fairer being a nameless tale. "Tape a tale." By aarchi advani. It is a fictional story. A kind of fairy tale. Hope you will enjoy.
Lost Myself in finding you
Losing you was a matter of luck
you were not destined to stay with me
And I had to digest the fact that not
every story has a beautiful end, you see
Least did I know that i had already united
with you from the soul, my heart and mind
And now, it's so difficult for me to get that when
I lost you, it's like I lost my soul, now hard to find
Every of my heartbeat
Lost Myself in finding you
Losing you was a matter of luck
you were not destined to stay with me
And I had to digest the fact that not
every story has a beautiful end, you see
Least did I know that i had already united
with you from the soul, my heart and mind
And now, it's so difficult for me to get that when
I lost you, it's like I lost my soul, now hard to find
Every of my heartbeat had your name etched in it
And now you see ! How can I live with a heart that belonged to you
Every day without you, is like a journey that has no end,
Every now and then, my life annoys me and I feel blue
Why is this happening to me ?
Why did I lose myself, finding you !
Why is that your memories remained
While the time just rapidly flew !
if you ever fall in love with a writer, please run away. as if you stay, oh, darling if you stay, every utterance, every action, every blunder, every memory, every grief, every tear, every lesson, every word, every scar, will always be remembered, and never, ever, neglected. if you stay, you will soon be struggling with yourself in the middle of the night, as that's all we are good at, messing things up. that's all we will ever be good at, annihilating thing
if you ever fall in love with a writer, please run away. as if you stay, oh, darling if you stay, every utterance, every action, every blunder, every memory, every grief, every tear, every lesson, every word, every scar, will always be remembered, and never, ever, neglected. if you stay, you will soon be struggling with yourself in the middle of the night, as that's all we are good at, messing things up. that's all we will ever be good at, annihilating things, and then grieving over the heartbreak, letting us drown in the ocean of memories.
tell us one wrong thing and we will keep on nurturing that with the same love that we bleed on our poems. we will succumb to depression, tell ourselves we deserve this pain, convince ourselves that this is the only kind of love we have ever known, the kind that blows you like a storm, not the kind that will settle you down.
so, if you ever fall in love with a writer, please pack your bags. and run the f*ck away!
I couldn’t believe my own eyes for what I am seeing. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen and somehow, I felt that I would fight anyone to keep her protected.
I couldn’t believe my own eyes for what I am seeing. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen and somehow, I felt that I would fight anyone to keep her protected.
Anyways, I realized why fantasies are meant to remain fantasies. It is better to imagine never-going-to-happen scenarios rather than to have them come true in reality. Too dangerous fantasies could be traumatic to handle in real life!
Anyways, I realized why fantasies are meant to remain fantasies. It is better to imagine never-going-to-happen scenarios rather than to have them come true in reality. Too dangerous fantasies could be traumatic to handle in real life!
This is an example how humans used fear to survive for such a long period. If you want to succeed, fear the outcome. The fear will drive to use all in your arsenal to ensure your win. This theory is even similar like Yerkes and Dodson law. Fear is the primal instinct of all lives, which can be used as a great weapon both for good and bad. In modern world, we shall use it for good.
This is an example how humans used fear to survive for such a long period. If you want to succeed, fear the outcome. The fear will drive to use all in your arsenal to ensure your win. This theory is even similar like Yerkes and Dodson law. Fear is the primal instinct of all lives, which can be used as a great weapon both for good and bad. In modern world, we shall use it for good.
It's not always easy to become an author, sometimes life is rewinding itself, and it's now not just the book or writing but something which is very close to your heart.
It's not always easy to become an author, sometimes life is rewinding itself, and it's now not just the book or writing but something which is very close to your heart.
कहते हैं हम अपने सपने के लिए कुछ भी कर सकते हैं और कभी-कभी उन सपनों के लिए हमें उन सपनों को ही छोड़ना होता है।
मां बाप से जरूरी कोई नहीं होता पर कभी-कभी खुद पर ध्यान देना भी गलत नह
कहते हैं हम अपने सपने के लिए कुछ भी कर सकते हैं और कभी-कभी उन सपनों के लिए हमें उन सपनों को ही छोड़ना होता है।
मां बाप से जरूरी कोई नहीं होता पर कभी-कभी खुद पर ध्यान देना भी गलत नहीं होता।
हम जिंदगी तो जी लेते हैं पर हमें यह पता नहीं होता कौन सा पल हमारी जिंदगी का आखरी पल हो।
तो अगर हो सकता है तो उस सपने को पूरा करो अधूरा मत छोड़ो क्योंकि कोई भरोसा नहीं कि अगले पल जिंदगी हो या ना हो और अगर तुम्हारा सपना सही होगा तो तुम्हारे माता-पिता तुम्हारा साथ देंगे।
कहते है, किस्मत भी तुम्हारा साथ तब नहीं देती जब तुम्हें तुम्हारी किस्मत तुम खुद लिख रहे हो और सूर्य तो अपनी किस्मत बदल रहा था, लोगों से नफरत को छोड़ पहली दफा प्यार को अपनाने के ल
कहते है, किस्मत भी तुम्हारा साथ तब नहीं देती जब तुम्हें तुम्हारी किस्मत तुम खुद लिख रहे हो और सूर्य तो अपनी किस्मत बदल रहा था, लोगों से नफरत को छोड़ पहली दफा प्यार को अपनाने के लिए आगे बढ़ा था बस यही गलती थी उस रात के बाद उसकी जिंदगी के साथ उसका प्यार भी हवाओ में रह गया। उन लोगों ने दो अजनबियों को अजनबी बनाकर ही विदा कर दिया कहते हैं प्यार की कोई भी कहानी अधूरी नहीं रहती पर उन दो की कहानी कहां शुरू हुई और पल में खत्म हो गई समझ ही नहीं आया वो लोग साथ में लम्हे बिता रहे थे और कब उनकी जिंदगी खत्म हो गई पता ही नहीं चला कहने को वो साथ में रह सकते थे अगर रात में वो फ्लाइट ले लेते शायद वो बच जाते हैं पर ऐसी जिंदगी से तो दोनों साथ में मर गई यही बेहतर था मुझे यह तो नहीं पता कि अपनी कहानी पूरी करने को दोबारा आएंगे या नहीं पर पर हां वो कहानी अधूरी रही है वो दिलों में पूरी जरूर हो गई और रही बात उनके ना मिलने की तो वो मिल तो उस रोज ही गए थे जब उन्होंने एक दूसरे को अपना कहा था हैप्पी एंडिंग तो नहीं पर कहानी दो अजनबियो की अजनबी बनकर ही खत्म हो गई।।
How things turned around, the things which you expect and how it goes by in your life, how things changes in point seconds, a few seconds ago you were crying and now you are laughing or a few minutes ago you were having a good day and now tables are turned and everything around you is ruined and you still standing there thinking what just happened now.
How things turned around, the things which you expect and how it goes by in your life, how things changes in point seconds, a few seconds ago you were crying and now you are laughing or a few minutes ago you were having a good day and now tables are turned and everything around you is ruined and you still standing there thinking what just happened now.
Few love stories have a beautiful journey, some got over and some stayed, trust me all are full of miracles you'll surely find someone who loves you truly, madly, and unintentionally.
Few love stories have a beautiful journey, some got over and some stayed, trust me all are full of miracles you'll surely find someone who loves you truly, madly, and unintentionally.
I couldn't breathe, life itself felt as though it became heavier. Friendships became harder to maintain and my smile faded away with each passing day. I was alone, I was broken, and I was desperate. My entire life became the opposite of what I was aiming for. I faced the world with screaming eyes and a broken heart and yet I wore a mask that showed happiness and joy. My days usually went the same: attend class, sleep in and talk to people who didn't really mat
I couldn't breathe, life itself felt as though it became heavier. Friendships became harder to maintain and my smile faded away with each passing day. I was alone, I was broken, and I was desperate. My entire life became the opposite of what I was aiming for. I faced the world with screaming eyes and a broken heart and yet I wore a mask that showed happiness and joy. My days usually went the same: attend class, sleep in and talk to people who didn't really matter to me, Or the only one who matters. I aimed for love, I aimed for acknowledgment. I aimed for a new beginning.
It's sad how this series came to an end. Stories are made to escape from reality and the stresses the world had fallen down on us. It is made for relaxation and comfort, to expand our minds, and to unleash unlimited imagination.
It's sad how this series came to an end. Stories are made to escape from reality and the stresses the world had fallen down on us. It is made for relaxation and comfort, to expand our minds, and to unleash unlimited imagination.
We always try fighting with destiny. Trying to push it towards you. Lots of stress, sleepless nights just to make it to what YOU want.
The problem is we keep challenging destiny, we keep fighting against it and not for the better of it.
We always try fighting with destiny. Trying to push it towards you. Lots of stress, sleepless nights just to make it to what YOU want.
The problem is we keep challenging destiny, we keep fighting against it and not for the better of it.
We always try fighting with destiny. Trying to push it towards you. Lots of stress, sleepless nights just to make it to what YOU want.
The problem is we keep challenging destiny, we keep fighting against it and not for the better of it.
It's time to put in the effort (without forcing it) and swim in the waves of destiny letting Allah guide that boat to rescue you.
Let Allah take that thing you want so badly towards YOU. And not you racing
We always try fighting with destiny. Trying to push it towards you. Lots of stress, sleepless nights just to make it to what YOU want.
The problem is we keep challenging destiny, we keep fighting against it and not for the better of it.
It's time to put in the effort (without forcing it) and swim in the waves of destiny letting Allah guide that boat to rescue you.
Let Allah take that thing you want so badly towards YOU. And not you racing to catch it with all forces.
Whether you will keep running 10 miles or 6000 miles in your life journey, then know this, at the end of that journey: your death is waiting and your book will be closed.
Stop chasing, stop challenging, tie the camel and move with the waves directed by Allah.
Prayers & Hope!
That's all you should do, O running soul!
The Anonymous.
I will it name soon.
“ It was beautiful! Perhaps more beautiful than my music itself! I didn’t imagine my music portrait as this stunning….which I never should have doubted because you are…you know…you! And neither did I know that you know my music so well that you could paint it!! It is so meaningful….
I’ll wait for you tonight. See you!
The Anonymous.
I will it name soon.
“ It was beautiful! Perhaps more beautiful than my music itself! I didn’t imagine my music portrait as this stunning….which I never should have doubted because you are…you know…you! And neither did I know that you know my music so well that you could paint it!! It is so meaningful….
I’ll wait for you tonight. See you!
He took out his mobile from his pocket, opened the selfie
camera, and put it in front of me. Because it shows lateral
inversion I was still unable to find it. He gave me directions
and I cleaned that portion of my cheeks. But we were still
close to each other. His eyes were the color of whiskey
and grace because those moments felt like being drunk
into them. Neither he was doing anything nor I was doing
anything but we were just sta
He took out his mobile from his pocket, opened the selfie
camera, and put it in front of me. Because it shows lateral
inversion I was still unable to find it. He gave me directions
and I cleaned that portion of my cheeks. But we were still
close to each other. His eyes were the color of whiskey
and grace because those moments felt like being drunk
into them. Neither he was doing anything nor I was doing
anything but we were just standing still. It was more of a
movie kind of thing but literally, I wasn't realising anything. It
was a soothing feeling, more of that it was calming.
“My dear Alia, you are right, we know the “how” part of it because you were born the same way. Your mother reproduced all by herself and you are the first baby to be born this way. You are special my child. Special.”
“My dear Alia, you are right, we know the “how” part of it because you were born the same way. Your mother reproduced all by herself and you are the first baby to be born this way. You are special my child. Special.”
वो हमारे बिना कुछ नही,
और हम उनके बिना कुछ भी नही।
पापा।।
आर्ची आडवाणी सैनी
मेरी जिन्दगी का एक खुबसूरत हिस्सा है वो, अल्फाज मेरे और बातें उनकी, आसूँ मेरे, पर दर्द उनको।
वो हमारे बिना कुछ नही,
और हम उनके बिना कुछ भी नही।
पापा।।
आर्ची आडवाणी सैनी
मेरी जिन्दगी का एक खुबसूरत हिस्सा है वो, अल्फाज मेरे और बातें उनकी, आसूँ मेरे, पर दर्द उनको। बडी ही अजीब है ना जिन्दगी, हमे बिन मांगे इतना कुछ दिये रखती है, और हमे अह्सास भी नहो होता। कि शायद, कुछ सोचने से पहले, कुछ करने से पहले महसूस तो किया होता, कि हमारी कहानी कितनी खूबसूरत है, अक्सर होता है, इन्सान को मिली जो चिज आसानी से होती है, उसकी उसे कद्र नही होती, पर चलो अगर वक़्त रहते सुबह का भुला शाम में घर आ जाए, तो उसे भुला नहीं कहते। ये कहानी सिर्फ मेरी नही है, हर उस बेटी की है, जिसके पापा उसको अपना बेटा समझते है, और हर उस पिता की है, जिसके लिए उसकी बेटी उसका अभिमान है।
मेरे पिता मेरा सपना है, मेरी सारी दुनिया उनमे बस्ती है, और अगर कोई पुछे मुझसे मेरे मान के बारे में तो मुझे ये बताने में सोचना नहीं पडता, कि मेरे पिता मेरा मान है।
Sufferings offered me a whole lot of herself In the hope that I regret my past, And get breaking my head.
Hope was once my best friend, Whom I thought would never leave my side And walk along with me in all dread.
Affection tapped on my shoulders And cradled me like an infant But left me soon as I no more was a child.
Love crept into my backyard of barren land, And I soon closed the gates for her to not leave. But yet she flew away like a nightmare
Sufferings offered me a whole lot of herself In the hope that I regret my past, And get breaking my head.
Hope was once my best friend, Whom I thought would never leave my side And walk along with me in all dread.
Affection tapped on my shoulders And cradled me like an infant But left me soon as I no more was a child.
Love crept into my backyard of barren land, And I soon closed the gates for her to not leave. But yet she flew away like a nightmare.
War took birth like a forest fire Slowly engulfing and ruining both worlds, And making us forget our respectful language.
Life was to stay with me. Now and forever.
Not everything is fair in love and war. Only life chooses to live with a good or bad fate.
We quietly walk the busy streets, I could hear people laughing, singing, smoking, and just taking a walk. It was quite a busy place to be. Other than the outside disturbances, I felt the world inside me tremble, my mind begging me to start a conversation, and my body, almost ready to just collapse.
“So how long have you been here?” I ask.
We quietly walk the busy streets, I could hear people laughing, singing, smoking, and just taking a walk. It was quite a busy place to be. Other than the outside disturbances, I felt the world inside me tremble, my mind begging me to start a conversation, and my body, almost ready to just collapse.
“So how long have you been here?” I ask.
It was like we got distracted for some time but then again had the fear of falling down.
Now, I was becoming bold and strong and he needed motivation. He became silent and I realised that I guess he himself is afraid. I consoled him just like he did. He calmed down and we started enjoying it. But just when we started enjoying it, it was the time when we had to land. We could see the ground and we together said,
"Ohh! It's done.."
It was like we got distracted for some time but then again had the fear of falling down.
Now, I was becoming bold and strong and he needed motivation. He became silent and I realised that I guess he himself is afraid. I consoled him just like he did. He calmed down and we started enjoying it. But just when we started enjoying it, it was the time when we had to land. We could see the ground and we together said,
"Ohh! It's done.."
Love
I need no love, love brings restlessness to my heart, I only yearn for peace of my disquiet mind. I envy you on your dreams, they seem so quiet and tranquil and I can't close my eyes in agony.
I wish for nothing but to relax, my soul is too tired, it craves for rest, there was enough distress. I desire for your serene thoughts, your silence seems like heavenly bliss and my tranquility is full with screams.
I crave for nothing but your stillnes
Love
I need no love, love brings restlessness to my heart, I only yearn for peace of my disquiet mind. I envy you on your dreams, they seem so quiet and tranquil and I can't close my eyes in agony.
I wish for nothing but to relax, my soul is too tired, it craves for rest, there was enough distress. I desire for your serene thoughts, your silence seems like heavenly bliss and my tranquility is full with screams.
I crave for nothing but your stillness, that embrace you gently in consolance, you appear to be in distance from everything, and all alone with your inner self, away from any trouble, and disturbance you're floating, and i slowly sink into deeper suffering, Oh, how i long for your breathless sleep.
February. The season of love. Of passion. Of confessions. Rejections. Heartbreaks. Of heartfelt desires. Of an ardor rekindled in one’s essence. It was February. The season of cherry blossoms. Of paths pink strewn. A sharp, but tenacious and seasonal breeze was blowing. It could make one feel like a poet at the soul. Making one desiring to weep at how beautiful life was..
February. The season of love. Of passion. Of confessions. Rejections. Heartbreaks. Of heartfelt desires. Of an ardor rekindled in one’s essence. It was February. The season of cherry blossoms. Of paths pink strewn. A sharp, but tenacious and seasonal breeze was blowing. It could make one feel like a poet at the soul. Making one desiring to weep at how beautiful life was..
Some chapters of life are bad.. Sorry ..I must say their endings are bad. But courage to move on with new hope is telling of universe that you have more and more than you have already planned…And hopefully it can be bliss to your paths….
Afraid of loved ones leaving scares …it still scares me, I still don’t know how to get out of this mess???
But then too as a good learner; now I learned not to break the spark o
Some chapters of life are bad.. Sorry ..I must say their endings are bad. But courage to move on with new hope is telling of universe that you have more and more than you have already planned…And hopefully it can be bliss to your paths….
Afraid of loved ones leaving scares …it still scares me, I still don’t know how to get out of this mess???
But then too as a good learner; now I learned not to break the spark of inner strength again and again; for one who no longer deserves me…
My opened eyes have new but bad experiences…
His eyes drenched in the sea of pain,
Got the oar of hyperboles to float,
Over the letter and words of his boat.
They called him a sailor,
But no,
He's a writer who knows,
How to sail the barque,
Over his own saltwater.
His hands waved the pen,
Spilling the ink of his illusions,
On the emblazoned paper of imageries.
They called him a magician,
B
His eyes drenched in the sea of pain,
Got the oar of hyperboles to float,
Over the letter and words of his boat.
They called him a sailor,
But no,
He's a writer who knows,
How to sail the barque,
Over his own saltwater.
His hands waved the pen,
Spilling the ink of his illusions,
On the emblazoned paper of imageries.
They called him a magician,
But no,
He's a writer who knows,
How to calligraph the art and beauty.
His thoughts blew the wind of change,
Inhaling all the shades of sob and melancholy,
Into the lungs of his metaphors,
Exhaling the reformed wind,
To wipe the tears of silent cries,
To spread the spellbinding smiles.
They called him a breeze,
But no,
He's a writer who knows,
How to clear the dubiety in mind,
With the vehemence by his poems.
Aarchi Advani.!
She said hitting him on his shoulder. “Yes, I remembered her today and why won’t I miss her? Today was the day, on the birthday of aaru, she left me with my baby in my hand by saying that it was a mistake. my love was a mistake. my aaru, my child was a mistake.” “Vijay& Read More...
A boy was just sitting in his room, holding a photograph of a girl in one hand. He had tears in his eyes and was watching that photo carefully and after closing his eyes, he started to remember the face of that girl, her eyes, her smile, every single thing of her. only then he remembers the last wo Read More...
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