BOOK REVIEW TITLE: YOU WE AUTHOR: VANYA RAJWAR GENRE: ROMANTIC FICTION RATINGS: 4.6/5 ⭐ 🖤Vanessa, shortly V, 22 years old, strong and independent girl, is quite different from others. How could one define her? A Rebel or a Manizer (as her friends call her)? She is unique in her own ways, riding bike, being frank, […]
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So I have decided to do a series of posts on the various men I have dated. What inspired me? Well besides being my own muse, my friends often tell me your love life is nothing short of a bollywood movie. Haha! So, let’s begin.
I call myself a tormented romantic,
Not because I don’t believe in love,
It’s because of the men that I have dated,
And their extremely unique antics.
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I fell in puppy love at school,
Don’t we love the bad boys when we are in that pool,
He was a stuntsman and a rugged human,
If you ask me now I would call such a boy a pure ruffian,
And how the girls used to go gaga over him,
Is beyond what today, I can fathom.
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I was a good friend of his,
People often teased us about it,
One day he proposed to me out of the blue,
Was it genuine or on a whim?
That, I never understood.
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I enjoyed the attention for a good three years,
The popularity that comes from dating a well known ruffian,
Whenever he stood outside my class,
Everyone would hoot and comments they would pass.
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You would think we were happy and in bliss,
But three years later I found out,
He was dating one of my friends’ friend.
What unfolded after that was a trauma in the past,
But extremely laughable when I think of it,
As puppy love very rarely lasts.
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Well as I said it was traumatic for me,
He had started dating another,
Within the first half year,
Of when he started to date me.
After that he had been on a dating spree,
As he had another one too in his kitty,
With my acquaintance being the latest addition to it.
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My town was quite small and conserved when I was a kid,
So hiding four girlfriends from each other,
I must say Kudos to such talent!
Finally I did confront him one day,
Told him we needed to end this farce completely,
Three years? he had asked, Over?
I had a knot in my throat as I nodded,
All he said was Okay!
As he shrugged and walked away.
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I had looked at his receding figure in the distance,
Not once did he turn that fateful day,
The tears flowed out of my eyes,
And that was how I got cheated on in my first relationship itself.
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I laugh out loud today at the incidence,
And Oh! He did come back with apologies,
And do you know when?
A good four years later, with a heartfelt one,
But what good was it by then?
And this is how our romance ended.
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He is a good friend as of today,
But he still feels guilty for his infidelity,
Even though I have forgiven him for his childish capers,
I can’t help him with the remorse he feels.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
It’s funny how each time she is at her gate,
Her eyes flicker towards the corner towards her house,
Like you would round the corner any moment,
The way you had promised years back,
This is the story of her WAIT.
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At times she just shakes her head,
Knowing the remote possibility of it ever happening,
She often laughs at her own anticipation,
The dashed hopes and the futility of the waiting,
At times she wonders why she even waits.
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Still every morning, every night,
Anytime she stands at her gate,
Her eyes still rove at the corner,
Constantly awaiting your arrival,
She imagines herself blushing when she would see you at her place,
Each time you don’t appear, she bows her head and goes inside,
Only to resume the wait again.
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And this cycle continues forever,
Each day, every day, it never ends,
The corner has started corroding still you haven’t arrived,
With forlorn eyes that blur at times,
She still looks towards it,
This is how she waits.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge ©|2020
“Because there was nobody like you, there is nobody like you. Nights I have spent thinking I don’t deserve you but as time passes our souls come meandering through. Love for you was preordained, destiny never gave me a choice when it came to you.”
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Vanessa, the protagonist of my story is an inherent part of me. After all she is partly inspired from me. You We is her story, a paradox of sorts, a Manizer as well as a hopeless romantic who is immensely in love with her hometown Dehradun and has refused to leave it despite the opportunities. Many do lust after her but will this woman find true, eternal love is the question?
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I had always been an avid reader and I have so many books that at times I wonder if I should open a library. Infact, I sell books each year just to make space for more. As a child I grew up on Ruskin Bond and Enid Blyton. Each time I visited Landour (Bond’s abode), I often wondered how it would feel to stay there and write. I always imagined myself sitting on one of the benches in the lap of nature and write my first book. That had always been my dream.
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Unfortunately, the experience of writing my first book was quite an unbelievable one. My mid life crisis was a global pandemic but yes, fortunately it gave me time to follow my passion and my parents supported me so I did. After all ever since I started writing my blog (link in bio) they wanted me to be a published author. And I love them for that! Also, funnily enough, I am an ardent reader of Classics and I pride in my classic collections but I ended up writing a youthful romance in the most simplistic language (probably for the younger generation of millenials and the 21st century kids) Haha! It took even me by surprise as it is quite different from the poetry I write.
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I just hope people read it and like it. And to all who read it do leave your reviews!
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The lockdown proved to be a huge drawback for my book but finally the trailer is out and it is also available on all platforms.
I hope you all will keep supporting me, a woman who has the heart of a nine year old and is on the path of realising her childhood dream. I had tears in my eyes when I held my book in my hand, I probably couldn’t believe it.
I fearfully hope to become a recognised author someday. For the time being I just want to follow my passion and keep writing, making my imagination as well as observations come alive on paper. Thankyou again for all the love and support.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa)
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
A man visited me when I was a child,
He looked ethereal and alien,
He said I had been made for him,
It had left me surprised,
That was my first meeting with him,
His name was Ric.
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As I sat crying and sad when I was scolded for the first time,
He visited me again and wiped my tears,
Your tears are a treasure, he said, you are all mine,
All those years ago, I was just a naive child,
I didn’t understand what he meant so I just stared at him with blurred eyes,
This man called Ric.
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Whenever I was lone I would have his shoulder to cry upon,
He would tell me stories of the galaxies and stars,
I would confide my secrets with him,
He was my closest confidante, my constant companion,
His name was Ric.
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When I fell in love in school,
He disappeared all of a sudden,
I often wondered where he had gone, like a fool,
Enjoying the bliss of first love, to his absence I paid no heed,
Forgot the man who had always stayed by my side,
The man whose name was Ric.
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When I had my first heartbreak,
He reappeared out of the blue,
He took me in his arms and sighed,
You have grown up, he said,
You won’t need me as much, he added,
He told me a story of traversing the universe that day,
But he promised he would come back for me when the time was right,
That was the last I heard from that handsome yet gentle man,
His name was Ric.
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Life took me on a roller coaster after that,
With twists and turns especially when it came to the matters of the heart,
On this birthday, I closed many chapters from the past,
As on a fresh chapter of life, I embarked,
A firefly flitted about at night, in my room,
Didn’t know where it came from,
But there he was in all his magnificence all over again,
The time is finally right, he said,
He took me in his arms and I drank in his warmth,
He was with me again, this man called Ric.
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He has always been there for me,
From the darkest throes of life,
To the happiness that comes alive.
Even while he traversed the Universe,
He stayed loyal and true to me.
I do call him my one true love,
Maybe a figment of my imagination,
Maybe the silliest of my fantasies,
He is a magic that always stays with me,
His name is Ric.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
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Note: I have a surprise related to my book coming tomorrow. Yes it’s finally in the market. Stay tuned! Love you all! ❤️
On my last day in Paris, I saw him, He saw me,
Our eyes met as the boat passed beneath the Seine Bridge,
He smiled at me and trussed his blonde hair,
I shook my head as I looked away,
As we crossed under the Seine Bridge.
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Camera in hand, My hair fell over my shoulders,
As I tried to capture a beautiful house on the banks,
I caught his eyes again, he cocked up his brows,
Gave me a charming smile as I blushed,
As we passed beneath the Seine Bridge.
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He came forward, I moved back,
As I tripped on another’s feet, he held my hand,
Stopped me from falling,
As the boat passed Under the Seine Bridge.
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I looked into his eyes, his grey eyes boring into mine,
He apologised for his upfront indecency,
Couldn’t help staring he said, you looked exotic,
I lowered my eyes as I blushed, I felt beautiful after ages,
That day under the Seine Bridge.
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We got conversing about life and times,
He told me about his travels,
I told him about India, my hometown,
The place my heart belonged,
Under the Seine Bridge.
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As we alighted from the boat, he held out his hand,
He asked me for an evening with him,
On the banks of Seine,
I was scared and I was unsure,
Yet, I took his hand, absorbed his warmth,
As hand in hand he led me away from the Seine Bridge.
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He took me to a narrow alley,
My heart was thudding, I didn’t know what awaited me,
As we turned the corner, I saw a small restaurant,
Candles alighted, it looked ethereal and magnificent,
As I stood there surprised, he blew my hair away from my face,
And wove his hand around my waist,
As I shook my head, he took me inside,
It was a perfect Parisian evening,
I felt like a heroine from some romantic classic,
As he serenaded me with food and songs,
That man I met under the Seine Bridge.
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As night fell over Paris,
He took me to the roof of an unknown building,
Scared much, he asked, as he took me to the edge of it,
I shook my head as adrenaline surged through me,
My breath stuck in my throat as I looked at the bewitching view,
Hand in hand with one I had met under the Seine bridge.
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As the lights of the Eiffel tower shone in the distance,
We sat down on the roof,
A cool breeze blowing, his hands wrapped around me,
I felt beautiful, unafraid about being so vulnerable,
With that stranger I had met under the Seine bridge.
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He nuzzled my neck,
It felt like I knew you since forever, he said,
I laughed, my love life hasn’t been too blissful I said,
I will fill it with bliss, he said,
I looked at him in disbelief as his hands moved through my tresses,
This angelic man I had met beneath the Seine bridge.
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I never realised when I fell asleep,
When I woke up I found him looking at me,
It’s time, he said,
I knew what he meant,
He led me to my hotel,
I took my bags and he drove me to the airport,
He was silent and so was I,
As we reached my heart fell,
I didn’t want to part with this man I had met under the Seine Bridge.
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As I was finally leaving, he held my hand,
I will follow you to India, he said,
I smiled and shook my head,
It was hard saying goodbye,
I had felt wanted after aeons, to be honest,
As I took flight, I realised we hadn’t exchanged numbers,
I laughed at how he had said he would follow me,
That was the end of the story for then.
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It’s been months since that incident,
At times I still try to search for him,
At times I wonder if he does too,
For a mere reminisce of that one night we spent,
I have met many since then,
But I have never met another,
Who made me feel as special as did the man,
I met on that fateful day in Paris,
Under the Seine Bridge.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©| 2020
He took a deep breath and sighed as her hand slid out of her grasp. He waved at her as she made her way towards the boarding area. She was finally leaving.
She waved back at him. It was finally time to bid goodbye. She looked at the boarding pass in her hand and smiled. It filled her with a sense of freedom, she had been vying for long.
As her plane took off, he looked at it till it disappeared in the skies. Their eternal story was probably over for this life but only to be completed in another lifetime. Their souls knew their love spanned over eternities and time, it could never be the end for them through aeons of time.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©| 2020
Note: First and Foremost I would like to thank all my readers for helping a helluva irregular writer like me, complete 500 followers. Thankyou for all the love and support.
Second, being my birthday month, I had hoped to start the promotions of my book in August as the lockdown was finally easing a bit but unfortunately, I had a drastic fall, and that ultimately led to me hurting my back. Today, as I write, the laptop is lying on my chest as I am bedridden.
I hope you all will support my book whenever I decide to promote it (fearfully soon) as I am quite socially erratic. Thank you so very much for all the love that you have showered upon me, I couldn’t be more grateful! 🙂 ❤
“So this is finally goodbye,” he asked, his voice wavering as he looked at her.
“Yes, yes, it is,” she said, with a steely gaze.
“Do you think?” he asked, “We might meet again.”
Her eyes softened for a while as she sighed. “Life is a series of maybes. Someday, in some other place, maybe, our souls might get entangled again.”
“Maybe,” he said, “But I am sorry again, if only you could give me…”
“Some apologies are futile,” she said cutting him, her voice cold, “I have forgiven you but sometimes the damage is irrevocable. Maybe, we will meet again in the midst of our stories; maybe, when your soul is wiser, maybe a day when you’d understand the extent of devastation your words and actions actually caused, but till then it’s goodbye.”
With that, she turned around and left him standing all alone, the way he had left her stranded when she had needed him the most. She deserted him on the path they had decided to walk on till eternity to pave one for herself. As he saw her receding figure, he realized he had taken her love for granted for way too long. He had tired her beautiful soul; left it so cold that the woman who could never stay away from him didn’t turn back even once as she walked away.
Little did he know, she didn’t turn because there were tears flowing from her eyes; the dam had finally broken. She had used the final ounce of her strength to walk away from him. She had waited for very long, waiting to be acknowledged, wanting to be loved, and now when he finally did, it felt meaningless to her. Simply because he had prioritized someone else when she had needed him the most.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
He looked at her again, staring, completely smitten as she turned away from the flowers she had been admiring.
“Can you get any more beautiful?” he asked.
She shook her head shyly and laughed dryly. “You made me believe that I couldn’t and you were also the one who made me feel that maybe I had to, when you left me for another.”
As she started walking away, he held her hand, not wanting to lose their eternal story. She turned to look at him and as he looked into her eyes, he immediately left her hand. They were not the warm, deep and kind eyes of the woman he once loved; they were just numb, blank voids.
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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).
The Soul’s Urge©|2020
