He & She: An Eternal Story (1)

I have decided to post a few short proses that I wrote over the past month. They are about a couple who are immensely in love with each other. Being an utterly hopeless yet tormented romantic my love for LOVE has always been quite visible in a number of the pieces that I have written. This is just a slice of the same. Hope you all like it.

Clumsy she is, Steady he is

She turns back to look if he is there and Yes, there He is. She giggles as she trips slightly. Despite being the epitome of clumsiness she knows he will hold her steady.

Teasing, she runs away from him as he follows. She dances ahead and He smiles. She is way more than he could fathom, way more than he felt he deserved.

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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar. (VRa)

The Soul’s Urge©|2020

Book Almost Released

Here it is, PROBABLY the best mail of my life till now.

So, I had to share this as my book will be out and about in a few days.

I have like a sinking gut kind of a feel due to all the nervousness yet at the same time I am super excited too. I am hoping that it does well!

This book is very close to my heart. After certain fiascos in my life I had almost stopped believing in love or trying to find it. Three years back, I met a man with whom I shared an unnerving connection. I could feel the vibes from the first instance itself, when I first heard his voice. With him I realised love is not about conquering someone but it is about finding peace and solace.

When you love you settle down. Vanessa, the protagonist of You We is an amalgamation of various strong and rebellious women I have met in my life over the years especially those who hail from small towns and are binded by few Indian constraints, yet have broken these restraints to fly unfettered.

In You We, I bring to you life and love from the platter of a rebellious, small town girl from India who constantly questions orthodox societal norms. All this and more till she meets Umar. Vanessa takes you on a journey from being a Manizer and why she turned into one to finding eternal love. She will take you on a sometimes hilarious, sometimes erotic, sometimes a fairytale and at times a downright uncomfortable voyage, from the ups and downs in her life and through it all how a strong, rebellious woman finds love, coincidentally; loses it, but as destiny wills, it reaches out to her again for an eternity and more.

There is no I in this union. It’s either You or We. – You We (Vanya Rajwar©)

A sneak peek into the adverts that will be doing rounds once it arrives in the market!

I hope you all keep supporting me!! Thankyou for always motivating me!! Without it this wouldn’t have been possible. Thankyou everyone! ♥️

Vanya Rajwar©|2020

THE INTERIOR DESIGNED

The Contents pages of my first book!!!

So the interiors of my book arrived today and I just couldn’t help but share them with all my readers. Had you all not liked my “erratic” work, this just wouldn’t have been possible. I am so excited and at the same time so scared too!! The adrenaline and the fear pumping. My heart feels like it will leap out my mouth. But I also have this feel it will be a great road ahead.

I hope you all will buy it too from whichever platform you like to read as and when it will be available. Thankyou for always motivating me as a writer.

I hope you like the contents page. Do leave reviews about what you think of them!! Haha!! Thankyou for all the love and support. I love you all!!

All Rights Reserved. VRa.

Vanya Rajwar©. 2020.

Mr. WB (Writer’s Block)

A Childish and Innocent Tale of how I finally cracked my Writer’s Block and befriended Mr. WB.

We were sitting together yesterday again,

Mr. Writer’s Block and me,

Love is like a beautiful horizon I began,

Not really said he.

My pen swayed and I dropped it down,

As my words failed and no thoughts could be formed by my mind,

Mr. WB looked elated as I stared at him in despair,

He had again succeeded in blocking my word flow and tide.

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You know it’s fine, said he,

I pay a visit to every writer now and then,

Why don’t you just welcome me and let me be?

I haven’t visited my blog in days, I say,

Do you realise despite trying to be regular how erratic I seem?

All thanks to you, if truth be said.

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I looked at Mr. WB infuriated,

As he sat there sipping his tea,

I was sure he was smirking behind that cuppa.

He observed me for a while,

Glancing over his cup of tea,

I will leave in a few days said he,

Till then, there is not much you can do about it,

Can’t we be friends till I decide to leave?

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I left the room in a huff,

Deciding to roam on the roof,

Looking for inspiration in the sky and the trees,

Cursing Mr. WB whole heartedly.

This was when the breeze whispered to me,

Hey, she said, fallen in love again? Heart been broken again?

or Feeling alone again?

None of these, I replied, just that Mr. WB is on a long visit it seems.

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The breeze broke into a laugh,

I pouted at her angrily,

My book is soon to be out, I say,

I need to stay regular, you know.

She thought it through with lots of aahs and hmms,

She discussed with the trees and the skies,

At last she made her way to me and said,

Ever tried making Mr. WB your muse?

Give it a try you just might become allies.

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I was lost in thought as I came down from the roof,

Mr. WB was still sipping his tea,

Will you be my muse? I ask,

That will be new, he laughs,

So this childish poem was the end result,

When Mr. WB became my muse.

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The better part was we became bosom friends,

We ate and drank together,

And the best part was I saw him off later,

He seemed quite pleased as he said his goodbyes,

Next time he probably won’t visit without a prior call again,

But its Mr. WB and with him we can never be sure!

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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).

The Soul’s Urge©|2020

Letting Go

Tale of a woman who is ready to Let Go of the past and wants to start afresh

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It’s a funny story of life,

I fell in love with a man,

One with whom I never wanted to,

He loved another so I let him go.

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I fell for another, his friend,

With a heightened intensity,

Stood by him through hard times,

He started crushing on another,

Later fell for her too,

So I let him go.

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The previous man returned,

With new promises and more efforts,

But I still held the other in my heart,

Despite his loyalty,

I couldn’t invest myself totally,

Not one to twist my words for long,

I told him so,

Yet again, I let him go.

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The other man has many dreams,

He still is in love with another it seems,

I wonder if he will ever return,

But disappointments and dashed hopes I have had enough,

I have given myself a closure numerous times,

But this time a proper closure I do seek.

Might be a joke at times,

So the book I am writing will be the closure I seek,

A new beginning and two chapters closed,

That’s what I feel the ending will be.

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I am learning and growing,

I am changing and evolving,

I know it’s time for me to free myself of their snares,

It’s time for me to rediscover myself for what I am.

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Finally, I have realised it’s time,

As a friend I will probably still be there for them too,

I am proud of the woman they have forged me into,

Despite having promised a forever and eternity,

The woman I have become,

She is finally Letting Go.

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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar. (VRa)©

The Soul’s Urge©|2020

INSTINCT

“She wants to prove me and my intuition wrong. She says I am still his muse, that there is no other,” I said to her.

She laughed, “Someone should tell her that questioning your instinct; a woman’s Instinct is like saying the illusory horizon exists. Unlike the horizon you can’t see it but it is there. A woman just sits there with her intuition, it knows facts that disillusioned people think they are hiding.”

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February|2020

The Other Girl

“Didn’t you tell him that you already know? I mean, doesn’t it hurt you?” she asked.

“He isn’t telling me probably because he doesn’t want to hurt me. What is sad is I know about the other girl, her love for books and polaroids and how fascinated he is by her. That is my folly I know a little too much for my own good. Little does he know that he is hurting me more by hiding it,” I said. “Does it hurt, you ask? It does especially when you see right through his words and excuses and how he escapes the conversations, so I try not mentioning anything that would make him lie again. His hiding stuff from me, that’s what hurts.”

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar. VRa.

The Soul’s Urge©|2020

COLD

Once upon a time in the astral realm of my dreams we sat together,

Our fingers entangled, I was sure of a Forever,

Till you left, you had found another,

Left all alone, I still waited in hopes of your return,

You never came and I turned Cold.

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January|2020