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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAarti A. Hemrajani is the quintessential Mumbai woman. Growing up in a city that is as calming as it is chaotic, Aarti spent her early years reading books on the balcony of her parents’ suburban home, overlooking the lush mangroves. Her love for all things creative and luxe brought her into the world of marketing. After a successful stint as a Brand Manager, Aarti switched gears to trading equities, spending time on soul satisfying design projects, and writing. “Jahan Na Pahunche Ravi, Wahan Pahunche Kavi” This saying, introduced to her by her mother, made a lasting impression Read More...
Aarti A. Hemrajani is the quintessential Mumbai woman. Growing up in a city that is as calming as it is chaotic, Aarti spent her early years reading books on the balcony of her parents’ suburban home, overlooking the lush mangroves. Her love for all things creative and luxe brought her into the world of marketing. After a successful stint as a Brand Manager, Aarti switched gears to trading equities, spending time on soul satisfying design projects, and writing.
“Jahan Na Pahunche Ravi, Wahan Pahunche Kavi”
This saying, introduced to her by her mother, made a lasting impression on Aarti. A poet, with only her imagination and voice, can illuminate even the darkest corners. Aarti is a poet at heart. She writes in Hindi, English, and Urdu. It is only appropriate that this book includes poems that echo the primary character’s emotions and, at times, the author’s. Aarti now lives in Hyderabad. While it took some time for Aarti to love a new city, the rich culture, heritage, and aromatic food of the Deccan jewel finally won her over. This is her debut novel.
Read Less...Achievements
Hazy how it all began
Was there ever a middle
Or just a harsh end
Words were mine to set free
But were they worthy of every eye
Or just meant to be kept hushed inside
For every woman who ever tried
Wanting a life that could mirror her mind
Or forced to surrender to an unjust fate
Never wanted to be a hero
Nor thought of herself as brave
Or would she have if she k
Hazy how it all began
Was there ever a middle
Or just a harsh end
Words were mine to set free
But were they worthy of every eye
Or just meant to be kept hushed inside
For every woman who ever tried
Wanting a life that could mirror her mind
Or forced to surrender to an unjust fate
Never wanted to be a hero
Nor thought of herself as brave
Or would she have if she knew how it ends
Hope a dew for just a while
Wonder who drops it from the sky
Or are they tears of a lonely night
She needs no name
For its forever some unknown name
Or does she even have a name
The one who loved
And had seen no pain
Or was there ever such a fair game
See her, but see her through my eyes
Let thoughts linger a while longer inside
Or forever wonder, did she run or at least hide?
Hazy how it all began
Was there ever a middle
Or just a harsh end
Words were mine to set free
But were they worthy of every eye
Or just meant to be kept hushed inside
For every woman who ever tried
Wanting a life that could mirror her mind
Or forced to surrender to an unjust fate
Never wanted to be a hero
Nor thought of herself as brave
Or would she have if she k
Hazy how it all began
Was there ever a middle
Or just a harsh end
Words were mine to set free
But were they worthy of every eye
Or just meant to be kept hushed inside
For every woman who ever tried
Wanting a life that could mirror her mind
Or forced to surrender to an unjust fate
Never wanted to be a hero
Nor thought of herself as brave
Or would she have if she knew how it ends
Hope a dew for just a while
Wonder who drops it from the sky
Or are they tears of a lonely night
She needs no name
For its forever some unknown name
Or does she even have a name
The one who loved
And had seen no pain
Or was there ever such a fair game
See her, but see her through my eyes
Let thoughts linger a while longer inside
Or forever wonder, did she run or at least hide?
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