Rain by Piyush Naik


(story #8 of Ayush & Alia short-story series by Piyush Naik)

There has to be something wrong with me, I woke up even before my alarm clock. This is happening from last one week. Well from last one week many wrong things are happening. I and Ayush are not talking properly. Or I can put it in this way that we hardly had talked in the past week. I rubbed my eyes and looked into my phone. I dialed his number. After the seventh ring, Ayush picked the call.

‘Good Morning.’ He said. Without using, Love, Dear, Baby not even Alia. It’s not what we used to be like. Was questioning his friendship with Shweta was root cause of this week? I asked myself a million times.

‘Good Morning.’ I said. We kept silent for some seconds. Bizarre silence. It was a silence which we had never experienced.

‘Okay, I reached the class. Talk later.’ He said. I looked at the watch. He as not even in college I knew. Still I said, ‘Okay, Bye’ and hung up.

After some two hours I finally was into college, my mood was not well still I had to attend the college. As I started walking away from parking I saw Nikhil he was parking his bike. He came to me.

‘Wow! I can’t believe you came early.’ He said. I smiled.

‘I woke up early.’ I said.

‘Another unbelievable thing I heard today.’ He had something in his eyes, I could see it. Still I choose to become blind over it.

‘How is your friend Ayush now.’ As he took Ayush name something started to pain in my heart. Yes, love is the most beautiful thing in this world and most painful one too.

‘He’s fine.’ I said, I look at the watch it was the time of our daily call. But why should I always make an attempt. I choose to wait for him to call and he did not call.

After the college I went back home. The clouds were dark and in no time it started raining. I sat near the window, I dialed Ayush number. He did not pick the call but texted back

In college event meeting will talk later

I was about to keep my phone away when another text came, it was from Nikhil

Hey… its raining…. Wanna go on a ride?????

I took a deep breath and replied.

No… sleepy.

Then I walked out of the house and stood in rain.


Love is the most beautiful thing and the most painful one too.


EMOTIONS: One Last TIme by Sunidhi Meesala (Team WordBite)


One last time, wanted to see you
Wanted to make you mine
A together walk, seeing the stars shine
One last time, wanted to express my love
In front of you, holding hands,
Making you realize, difficult are the separation pangs
One last time, I wanted to relive
In your presence, in your existence
Reliving the lost memories, the lost affection
One last time, wanted to hear you
Teasing me with past experiences
Flattering me with a sarcastic silence
One last time, I wanted to see you smile
You make my day bright, you make my life shine
Showing me the way, overcasting a light
One last time… One last time I wanted us to be one
To be together, to capture the moments
So when we go, we won’t be alone


Book Review: Nothing Lasts Forever by Vish Dhamija

Today, in an all new session ofTHE READING ROOM, we are going to review Nothing lasts forever: No secret can say buried byVish Dhamija


  • Book Description

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When inspector Michael D’Cunha  is called in to investigate a fire accident in Mumbai’s posh Worli sea face apartment, where Raaj Kumar has died, he is convinced it is arson not an accident- either for insurance or adulterous relationship gone sour. But Raaj’s wife, Serena is out of the country and the suspected woman Kim has more alibi than he can count.A close friend of Raaj dies, in mysterious circumstances, soon after. But its only when Bombay Stock Exchange nosedives the police starts digging old graves.Love, deception, murder, suspense. No secret can stay buried! Nothing lasts forever.

  • My View

The thing  I liked the most about the book is its plot and sequence in which the story has been weaved and the secrets have been revealed. The novel has been divided into four parts. The first part starts with the suspicious death of Raaj and hence the suspense begins with the investigation followed by interrogation and accusations winding it up with an unexpected jolt. The second part intertwines Raaj and Serena’s college days and their love story. The third part starts with a quote “ The game isn’t over until it’ s over” by Lawrence Peter ‘Yogi’ Berra which completely stands on the reader’s expectations when gone through the rest of the story. And the last but the most amazing part which I couldn’t resist myself to read it without any pause, unravels all the tangled threads of the story.

The story has been so cleverly crafted that at one moment you think that the ball is in your court , the other moment , you can’t even see the ball. The places and the attires have been beautifully described by the author. Though the story got a little stretched in the middle, but you can neglect it as the author has done a commendable job in interweaving the suspense. So, if you are looking for a book that has all the flavours:- suspense, romance, thrill weaved together in a captivating manner, then this book is a for you.

All in all, an entertaining and mysterious reading journey which is able to clutch reader’s hand till the end if one likes to play with riddles.

My rating:  4.1/5

Title:   Nothing lasts forever: No secret can stay buried

Author: VishDhamija

ISBN-10: 978-93-80349-24-4



Publisher:Srishti Publishers and Distributors

Buy this book online


So here we come to an end to today’s session of Reading Room

Reviewed By:  ShwetaKesari (Team WordBite)           


Another Day by Piyush Naik

Another Day by Piyush Naik


(Story #7 of Ayush & Alia short-story series by Piyush Naik)

After some ten days I was finally at my home, hospitals make you feel sick even if you are not. I looked at the clock on the wall it showed 8 PM. Alia was still at my place, we talked about various stuff. She seemed happy to see me in home. I was happy to again see the smile on her face.

‘Can we talk on something?’ said Alia. Her look was getting a little bit serious. Okay this is not what I want right now, I thought. Still I said, ‘yes… sure.’

‘Why Shweta spend so much of time in hospital with you?’ Alia said with a smile. Not the one which I loved, it was of something else. Her smile was hiding something.

‘Coz she is my friend.’ I said.

‘Adi or Jasmit or Mayank… they didn’t come so much.’ Alia said, ‘they are also your friends.’

‘Yes indeed they are but you see she is my close friends.’

‘They are not your close friends?’

‘They are my close friends… I didn’t force any of them to come. They all visited because they love me.’

‘So Shweta loves you?’ Alia asked. Okay this was surely something which I did not want to have a conversation on.

‘I don’t have answer to your questions dear. I want to rest.’ I said. I choose to stay silent on her question. I don’t know what was right but sometimes you have to keep quite.

The next day.

7 AM

Finally I reached room no. 305, my classroom. Today was different. Alia called in morning and we just spoke ‘Good Morning’ to each other and hung up.

‘Hey, broda’ Adi said, ‘Welcome back.’

‘Well we didn’t miss you much but still welcome back.’ Jasmit said in a teasing manner. Friends they can be rude in a funny way. Then we spoke some more time and finally the hell started, LECTURES!

10 PM

‘Why are we going to parking?’ I asked Mayank fifth time. He did not spoke a word and was dragging me to parking.

‘Can you keep quite.’ He said. Finally we reached parking and I saw Adi, Jasmit and Shweta there with a cake.

‘We wanted to celebrate your return so we brought cake.’ Adi said. Shweta was just looking at me.

‘I know you just wanted to eat the cake, you are just covering up with me.’ I said.

‘Come on… don’t show attitude if you don’t cut it we will eat it anyhow.’ Jasmit said.

‘Okay, if you insist so much I will cut the cake.’ I said. We all had a laugh. We all loved the cake. We all enjoyed the fullest. Friends can cure your pain.

My phone started ringing; the display screen showed it was Pranali’s call.

‘Alia’s call!’ Adi teased me and I realize she did not call me today; it was our one of to-do-daily-thing. Which she just missed!

‘No.’ I said and picked the call.

                       Silence can quiet some emotions.

Let’s Talk: with Natasha Ahmed, author of acclaimed novella, Butterfly Season

“I don’t know if I have a lot of Indian fans, though I hope I do! I think they like the glimpse of Pakistani life more than anything else.If I do have a lot, then I think that’s testament to the fact that we have more in common than we realize”; says Natasha Ahmed, author of acclaimed novella, Butterfly Season, in a conversation with Team WordBite



Team WordBite (TWB): You recently published an article on your Blog identifying the way the English Language is being treated in the Indian Sub-continent and it was really appreciated. Tell us something about it.

Natasha Ahmed (NA): Thanks to my apathy in getting back to you about this, that post is now several weeks old, but I am so glad you enjoyed it. I wrote it because I heard a news anchor on a US channel use the word ‘conversate’, which isn’t a word. The correct word would have been ‘converse’. I was shocked because I thought until then that the mangling of language was limited to social media (where, in my opinion, shorthand is ruining language). I thought it would be funny to point out how ESL (English as a Second Language) speakers seem to be no different from those for whom it is a first language.

It’s also a pet peeve of mine that words like ‘gift’ are used as verbs. Please note, you can’t ‘gift’ someone a book (for example). You can ‘give’ it to them, or present them with a ‘gift’, which is a noun.




TWB: Being in an industry which is not at all related to writing for over long time, what inspired you to write Butterfly Season and when and why did you decide to really sit yourself down and start writing?

NA: I have been writing art/book/movies reviews and opinion pieces all my life. In school, I loved writing essays and short stories. Writing a book just seemed like a herculean task to me, so I never really tried it (except once when I was 16. I started and abandoned a Nancy Drew-style mystery in collaboration with my best friend. We lost interest by the fourth chapter, I think).

I wrote Butterfly Season as a favour to my publisher, Naheed Hasan. She was looking for writers from South Asia, for new books to add to Indireads’ shelves and she asked me to give it a try.

Once I started the process, I couldn’t stop. Writing is addictive. It’s fun to create characters, to make them do what I want them to do. It was really exciting to give the book the ending I wanted and to manipulate my protagonists so that they weren’t stereotypical or boring—something that’s always annoyed me about formulaic romance novels.

So it was a bit of a fluke, really. But now that I have started, I hope to keep going.



TWB: The protagonist of your book, Rumi is shown as a free-spirited, open-minded and a rooted way, is she in any way like Natasha Ahmed herself?

NA: In most ways, I hope, she is like me. I hope I am that open-minded and sensible. If I’m not, I need my husband to tell me, because I don’t think anyone else will! I may be a little more stubborn than Rumi, and we don’t share backgrounds much.

The thing about fiction is the freedom to explore new characters. My next protagonist is much more social, more aggressive, less inhibited. If I don’t pull it off, I may be stuck recreating Rumi forever, which is a death knell for a writer. I need to be able to slip into different personalities, in order to make them believable and to avoid writing stereotypes. So while it’s okay for now that Rumi is like me, my next protagonist cannot be.




TWB: The book is now in stores, it is being acclaimed by one and all, what are your feelings about it?

NA: It’s a mixture of pride and apprehension. I am glad people like it (though I do, on Goodreads, have at least one 1-star and 2-star rating each), but I should be able to exceed expectations with my next book. Rave reviews really raise expectations, which is very scary.



TWB: You have mentioned at many occasions about why you have chosen to not to disclose your real identity of being the author of this book. Isn’t this just the opposite of what the book’s protagonist believes?

NA: Yes, but that’s fiction. It could also be a subconscious desire to tell the world who I am, but I’m sticking to the ‘it’s fiction’ defense for now. J



TWB: You have lived your life in many different places and now you are finally settled in your home town in Pakistan. Tell us something about this journey and its influence on your life.

NA:I traveled when I was very young, in my pre-teen years. I lived in England, Saudi Arabia and Nigeria—three very different societies, and radically different cultures. I don’t remember Nigeria much, but living in Saudi Arabia and England was a bit schizophrenic. I had complete freedom of movement in England, and complete restrictions in Saudi Arabia. Ironically, we were very well-off in Saudi Arabia—big cars, big houses, expensive schools. In England, I was just another middle-class kid with an American accent (a legacy from Saudi Arabia).

It gave me the tools I needed to deal with new situations, to be open to new ideas, and to be tolerant. It also taught me to question everything, a necessary component to being a writer, I believe.



TWB: Whenever something about Pakistan is mentioned, something about India is also mentioned with it. Have you visited India? You must have got a very good number of Indian fans now. Tell us something about this.

NA: I haven’t visited India, unfortunately. However, my parents were both born in Hyderabad Deccan, and we cook many of the same foods, wear many of the same style of clothes (khara dupattas, for example, which I wore at my wedding) and some of my family members still speak with a Hyderabadi accent. It made me very popular in Pakistan, I should tell you. My friends especially love the foods we cook and can’t get enough of our very simple khatti daal. It makes dinner parties very easy to cook for.

I don’t know if I have a lot of Indian fans, though I hope I do! I think they like the glimpse of Pakistani life more than anything else.

If I do have a lot, then I think that’s testament to the fact that we have more in common than we realize.



TWB: What’s next? Tell us something about your next book, if any.

NA: Ah, the next book. There are two, actually. The first is a second romance for Indireads. It’s currently untitled and way behind schedule (it was due in September, but I haven’t finished it yet, so the release date is unknown at the moment). It’s a love story, this time set entirely in Pakistan. It will be a longer novel, unlike Butterfly Season, which was a novella. A little confidence goes a long way, and I am ready to tackle the larger word count.

The second does not yet have a publisher. It’s an epic fantasy, along the lines of Dune, but without the worms. 🙂 This is a much larger project, and I don’t expect to finish the first draft until June of next year. It’s set on a completely imaginary planet, not even in our solar system (this planet has two suns). It will be an analogy for Earth and the tension of first-world/third-world conflict, broadly. My hero is female, which is surprisingly rare in the fantasy world.



TWB: When was the last time you did something for the first time? And what was it?

NA: In February 2013, I wrote my first book!

In January 2014, I used Twitter for the first time—to market Butterfly Season.



TWB: Do you ever imagine yourself writing something with a male point of view?

NA: The problem with that is understanding the male mind enough to make it credible. I have yet to master that. For instance, my husband rarely reads fiction, and I just don’t get that. Is that a male thing?

But this is a challenge, especially writing a romance novel from a male perspective, so I will be doing it, sometime in the future, when I have a little more experience!




  • Rapid Fire

 TWB: Your favorite Book(s)

NA: So tough to choose! I have read Lord of the Rings several times, and a little-known novella called The Chrysalids by John Wyndham. Little Women, The Machine Stops (a novella by E. M. Forster), The Vampire Lestat, almost any of G.B. Shaw’s plays (especially Arms and the Man).


TWB: Your favorite Author(s)

NA: This is transitory. At the moment, it’s Amin Maalouf, but John Wyndham and G. B. Shaw are eternal favourites.


TWB: Describe yourself in three words

NA: Daydreamer, introvert, intense


Thank you Natasha Ahmed for this interview, your book is very beautiful and we wish it to be read by one and all. ☺

Read the book’s review


Buy her book, Butterfly Season, online



Movie TIME: Mardaani

Movie TIME: Mardaani


When the first look Mardaani came out I was sure something good was about to come. Mardaani has a very good concept which was clearly visible in the trailer. So I went to watch the movie. The theater was nearly full. Then the movie started, and from the first scene itself the movie held me.

Mardaani is the story of Shivani Shivaji (Rani Mukherji) who is a senior inspector at crime branch. When ‘Pyaari’ who Rani considers as her daughter goes missing from a suburban shelter. She tries to find her. Her investigations lead her to a child trafficking racket. Which is run by a mastermind in an organized manner. Will Shivani crack the case and bring back Pyaari? Will she ever be able to catch the mastermind? Or she will fall in problem? To get all your answers go to nearest theater and watch Mardaani.

Rani just spell bounds you, she does complete justice to Shivani Shivaji Roy. Her character stands out and makes you realize the need to be a Mardaani. The story is intriguingly narrated by Pradeep Sarkar. He has taken the ‘Cop VS. Criminal’ story to an another level. Tahir Bhasin has played a shining villain he gives a tough fight to Rani. His acting abilities are commendable. Other the supporting cast has done a great job. Mardaani is not just a movie it also has a good message in it. I would give it 4 stars out of 5, and would really suggest you to watch this movie.


I am a woman, like ur sister, GF, daughter, mom & wife…
So before you ogle, lust or rape..just think..
The breasts I have are similar to the ones you breast fed from! When you slyly TRY to pinch them, you hurt your mother !
I own a cleavage you try ur best to peep into, in crowded areas…ever thought how ur sister feels when u peep into her’s ?
My nipples stand out from a T shirt I wear and you salivate hungrily..do you do that for ur niece as well ??
Yes my bra strap does come out, but so does the one your GF wears! BIG DEAL! If you are a REAL man you will help me cover it, not ogle at it hungrily!
My belly button shows from my naked waist when I wear a saree, but so does of your devoted wife !
Yes, I will boldly buy sanitary napkins ignoring ur smirks and giggles…I am privileged to give birth to life, unlike you.
I have big hips you ogle at each time I walk by, but ur mom developed the same after she gave birth to you.
My tender lips are beautiful like yours…am sure you can use them kindly instead of using abusive words like MC or BC or the works!
You stare at the panty rims emerging from my pants, but then do you lust at ur daughter’s too as well?

You hungrily stare at my vagina.FORGET NOT, the devil in you was conceived there itself !
So before you lust at any woman…just think of the women ur connected to!
Your each filthy stare is directed at ur mom, sister, daughter, wife, GF, niece etc.
If you are a REAL man, you will win me over love, respect & allow you to touch me.
Coz only cowards know the escapist way how to ogle, lust or rape !
If you are a REAL man, you will use your organ (brain) sensibly!
Else, one day, the real woman in me will be compelled to castrate the ORGAN you flaunt insensibly!
Coz u get to keep …only what you deserve!

Yours truly…..A Woman !


About the Author

Preeti Singh is an author of two beautiful books, Crossroads : Its About Time and  Flirting With Fate. 

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