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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalBorn and brought up in the humble suburbs of old Seremban town, Anupama Ravindran Menon, @Anu, is your regular girl next door. Having graduated from the prestigious Manipal University, she started training as an intern shortly afterwards. As much as Anu is a passionate young doctor blooming in her field, she awes art in its every form, be it music, dance, writing, painting or creative work. Her scribbles, as she calls her work, are solely themed around various shades of love in daily living. Utilising every stroke of pen and blot of ink optimally, Anu tries to depict human emotions through a Read More...
Born and brought up in the humble suburbs of old Seremban town, Anupama Ravindran Menon, @Anu, is your regular girl next door. Having graduated from the prestigious Manipal University, she started training as an intern shortly afterwards. As much as Anu is a passionate young doctor blooming in her field, she awes art in its every form, be it music, dance, writing, painting or creative work.
Her scribbles, as she calls her work, are solely themed around various shades of love in daily living. Utilising every stroke of pen and blot of ink optimally, Anu tries to depict human emotions through a maestro of well-orchestrated words. Blank sheets of papers are mediums used to string different chords of emotional surges, where beloved moments and memories are scribbled through a wide array of words. With a pinch of poetry, a tonne of emotions and a drizzle of dreams, her stories capture simple, daily moments that lay down the basic essence of love.
Dear Manusha is a memoir, dedicated in honour of love and beloved. Daily episodes highlighting a bird’s eye view of what love means to many who stay and love in silence, despite diverging destinies. Her craftwork also includes many short stories. After winning her first prize in the International Notion Press Short Stories competition 2017, she published. She had also successfully finished her first solo painting exhibition entitled Hridhaya: Language of Heartbeats. With neither qualifications nor professional background in writing, this budding writer hopes her first venture, Dear Manusha…Yours Truly, Now and Forever, will spiral you down your favourite memory lane, bringing you back to the joy of love and memories, both healing and inspiring.
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“I had spoken from the depths of my heart; I had spoken what love had taught me. These were words that echoed within every corner of my soul, rightfully belonging to my one favourite person—Manusha. As I moved across the wave of newly made fans at the book launch, I could only smile with a streaming film of teardrops. I imagined him standing by the door, looking back at me and breaking into a double dimpled smile like he always di
“I had spoken from the depths of my heart; I had spoken what love had taught me. These were words that echoed within every corner of my soul, rightfully belonging to my one favourite person—Manusha. As I moved across the wave of newly made fans at the book launch, I could only smile with a streaming film of teardrops. I imagined him standing by the door, looking back at me and breaking into a double dimpled smile like he always did. Before I could immerse myself in his memory, the imaginary image faded away as reality sunk in.
The world continues to revolve on its axis, yet his and mine are completely different and separated. I know we had set forth in perpendicular paths, with chances of crossing destinies shimmering like the dying sparks of a final flame. Now, only hope remains, hoping that the universe will conspire for us to meet once again. Just so I can scream that no matter how far life had destined my journey, my heart and soul will only belong to him, my one true home, then, now and forever.”
As the blanket of stars drape the falling dusky sun, a subtle breeze of accomplishment marking the end of the day caressed my cheeks. A washout of final rays of colors streaking through the canvas of approaching darkness, reminded me of blossoming petals amidst the creaks of cold, dead wall. With t Read More...
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