"It was a wonderful experience interacting with you and appreciate the way you have planned and executed the whole publication process within the agreed timelines.”
Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal“If poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all.”
-John Keats
I read the above quote somewhere and immediately felt as if the soul – my “pattern of writing” was given the body of words. It is my strong belief that unless you feel something you cannot adorn it with the fine robe of words. As adolescents, all of us were given pre-conceived notions regarding something or the other, and we accepted and followed them; barely have we thought about how and why people have arrived at that conjecture. This book contains all that I have felt through the years while growing up - all I have thought about, considered, reconsidered, and churned inside me. The conclusion of my thoughts is now in your hands.
Medha Patel
Medha Patel first opened her eyes in a remote village, nestled in the lap of one of the ranges of the Satpuda Mountains, on the banks of the river Tapi, the verdant Parisar. She started composing poems at the age of thirteen, and at nineteen she is publishing her first collection. A drop has embarked on a voyage to a boundless ocean, an unknown distant destination, miles and miles away, scattering on the way fragments of sprit and praying and singing in the silences of her soul.
Her father is a lawyer and her mother is a school teacher. They are the primary sources of motivation behind her passion for writing. Medha loves pets, likes to hang out with friends and is a magician in the kitchen!
Her next work in fiction is almost ready.
