Is it true? That Stephen Hawking died? I can’t believe it. I really, really can’t.

Just the other day, I was rereading his autobiography, My Brief History. That feeling of awe never goes away, no matter how many times I read it.

Stephen Hawking was a pioneer in the field of cosmology, for sure. The next great theoretical physicist after Albert Einstein. But he wasn’t just a great cosmologist. He was a great man.

Can you just imagine, a young man, with zest and dreams for life, being diagonised with the motor-neuron disease which would probably leave him paralysed for life? He was actually told that he only had two years to live.

He could have given up, on life, on everything. But he didn’t. He chose to fight back, chose to not let his disability affect his dreams. And if I were put in his shoes, I honestly could not have imagined being that strong. I’ve never seen person with more will-power than Stephen Hawking.

Paralysed, yes, but one of the most strongest people who lived. He touched the stars.

He is no more, but the impact which he left behind which was equal to the magnitude of the big bang, that will never go. He will continue to inspire many more generations to come, to never give up.

May he rest with the stars . . .



Y’all know that I’m a horrible horrible person when it comes to tags of any sort. I’ve pushed all tags and awards till, um, after the exams? (don’t worry, all lovely people who’ve nominated me. I’ll get to them before the sun becomes a red giant)

This tag immediately caught my eye, since it’s about the characters I relate to. I was tagged by the LOVELY Aditi @ Dreamy Reads. I have to say that her blog comes on my top favourite book blogs, even if I’ve only recently discovered it. Now go check out her blog. Just go.

BTW, Aditi, I now totally get what you were saying with how hard it is to come up with the characters. Seriously.

Rules for the tag:

• Thank the creators of the tag – Ash and Lo @Windowsill Books

• Thank whoever tagged you.

• List 5 book character who you relate to most and explain why.

• Tag some of your friends!

1. Hermione Granger (Harry Potter series by JKR)


I relate to Hermione. A lot. While I’m not similar to her speaking in terms of intelligence (definitely not), I can relate SO much to her for her love for books.

It’s not only that, though. Before the troll incident in Philosopher’s stone, she was something of the ‘uncool’ kid at Hogwarts. The bookish type. I CAN RELATE TO THAT PHASE SO MUCH. I mean, I’ve kinda found my Harry and Ron but since we’re in different schools I’m still at ‘uncool’ kid phase.


2. Mia Thermopolis (Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot)


I’ve read only read the first two books and I wasn’t a big fan, but I can relate to Mia. A LOT. Basically the whole nerdy and unpopular girl persona + taunted by mean girl (Lana) always did it for me.


3. George Kirrin (Famous Five series by Enid Blyton)


I will NEVER get old enough to not read Famous Five – or any other Enid Blyton book for that matter (I was just rereading Wishing Chair the other day. Don’t judge). And how could I NOT relate to George Kirrin? She is mostly partly the reason why I’m, well, me. A tomboy.


4. Ron Weasley (Harry Potter series by JKR)


YES, I can relate with BOTH Ron and Hermione! I could say I relate with Ron a tad bit more. Clumsiness, check. Sarcasm, check. Homework phobia, check. Begging my friends to tutor me relying on my smarter friends a lot for study-related issues, check. Fear of spiders, check.


5. Greg Heffley (Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kiney)

Don’t you dare judge. I love the Wimpy Kid series with all my heart, m’kay? The sarcasm, pessimism, and the day-to-day incidents in general – SO relatable.

Tag, you’re it –

Rhea @ Bookchanted

Anushka Hazra @ Vouge and Vibes

Mikaela @ The Well Thumbed Reader

Ellie Cee Jay

Rants and reviews

Once again, thanks so much for nominating me, Aditi!


So I’m back to blogging about books. Yayy! Unfortunately, the disease that takes the guise of exams is still infecting me, but I’ll be cured next Friday.

There are some books with which I had REALLY high expectations. But once I actually read them, I was a bit . . . meh. That DEFINITELY didn’t live up to my expectations. When you read an average, below-average book you don’t get too much affected (unless you spent your entire month’s worth pocket money on it. That tears your heart too). But when you have good vibes of the book and then it crushes you . . .

So here are some of the books which I had really high hopes for, but I ended up being ‘meh-d’:

1. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by JK Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany

What can I say about this? I had waited patiently, patiently, oh-so patiently. I cannot accept this as the eighth canon. I will not. Now I know it was only based on the story idea by queen JKR and written by Jack Thorne but IT DIDN’T HAVE THAT HARRY POTTER SPARK WHICH MADE HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER

(Cursed Child defenders everywhere, defend this as much as you want but this is definitely not as rocked-away amazing as the other 7 books)

Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them kinda made up though . . .


2. Catch a falling star by Kim Culbertson

As I mentioned in my review, it had a nice protagonist, nice setting, etc, etc, but the PLOT. The synopsis gave the promise of a good read . . . but then it was just a WAY too clichéd book with a bleak, milk-and-water plot.


3. Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz

I gotta say this one could have been SO much better . . . but I got the feeling the author was trying too hard to fit both worlds in, the 1950s sleepy English village detective case and a present day story of secrets, bitterness, and mystery. It had a novel INSIDE a novel. That was an essential part to some extent. But sleepy village + modern day + the dots interwoven with the both, it was hard to pull off.


4. Confessions of a booklover by Ruskin Bond

When I bought this I though these were ACTUAL confessions of a book lover, y’know. The title was misleading. Very. This is actually an anthology of classics (most of them are pretty amazing by the way), along with Ruskin Bond’s footnotes before each extract. But I really would have loved to read about actual experiences of a book lover – Bond does non-fiction so well, so why not something like that?


5. Meluha by Amish Tripathi

(VERY sorry in advance, to one of my best friends, Pulkit. I know you LOVE this book but it just didn’t jell with me)

Since my bestie loved this book so much, and there was all the hype surrounding it, one fine day I sat down and read Meluha, with huge expectations. Everything looks okay. BUT – I don’t know, I just found the book a bit too, um, over-informative. Call me weird. I feel that the author was trying too hard, and filling too many details. And I like historical/mythological fiction! But hey, I guess it’s just me ’cause all those people who love this out there can’t be wrong.


6. The School Of Good And Evil by Sonam Chainani

Somebody had given me this book with glowing praise. And I was very intrigued to read it, too because the cover looked so pretty. But it wasn’t all THAT good. The ‘good and evil’ school concept was interesting to read, if not a bit stereotypical. And the stereotypes just did it, for me. Any other good feelings I had for this vaporised. While I still have some interest in reading the sequel, it’s definitely gonna happen in the distant future.

So, these are some of the books that crushed me. There are more of ’em, lying in my bookshelf but this is all for now. What about you? Did you ever have high hopes for something and were crushed? Any of the books from above? Do share your thoughts in the comments section!




You stare, at the blank page on Word. A cup of coffee next to you, cold and forgotten. The cursor stares at you, as if it’s daring you to write. You stare back. You can’t, won’t back out. Not when you’ve persuaded yourself into doing this, finally. You have the main idea. You have the plot. You even have a picture of the characters. There should be nothing to worry about, you reassure yourself. More confident, you start typing.

You cringe and quickly hit backspace. It had sounded much more interesting in your head, you think. But you want to make a good first impression. First impressions are the lasting ones; this is your mantra.

You can literally see the story unfold in front of you, the warm-up, climax, clear-cut witty sentences, perfect-yet-not-so-perfect characters, everything. You can even see that ending so clearly.

Just start, dummy, then the rest will follow, you berate yourself. Again you attempt at a good opening. Still no avail.

What is this absolute curse, you think. You could go on and on writing about your main idea but you just can’t write a decent starting line.

. . . And you eventually give-up. You know, you know, never lose hope and look at the brighter side and sunshine and bunnies and rainbows and all the other nonsense. But if you don’t simply give-up for sometime and start all over again, you’re not a writer. Giving up is something that’s as clear as 1+1=2.

It’s not really giving up. Not really. Not when you again sit in front of your laptop at freakin’ 2:00 in the night (however reluctantly) to finish.

You do get past that opener, eventually. You’re still not satisfied but it’s okay.

And then, you write as if Shakespeare’s spirit has come in you. You write with all your heart. You write like fire. You remember why you love writing so much in the first place.

. . .

If it only weren’t for that opening line, everything could have been so much faster. Still, you can’t have everything, can you?



Where have I been?! Like I constantly post daily at one moment and disappear at the next (as if a 4 days gap was that long, but boy has it only been 4 days?). Note to my fellow bloggers – NEVER trust me for steady, periodic posts. I’m highly unpredictable.

But the reason why I’ve not posted for a seemingly long time according to me and kinda lost track of days all comes down to one thing – exams. That dreaded time of the year for every student.

And since my life has become the word exams in its every sense, I’ve decided to write out another GIF inclusive list.

So here are the phases which you go through during exams:

1. You study, study, study, and study even more.

“God, HOW much more?”


2. Your hobbies go non-existent (yes, even books).

“There’s. No. Freaking. Time.”


3. We all are here at one point:

“Don’t deny it.”


4. But the next moment it gets okay.

“Yes! These Factorisation sums are a piece of cake! Did I seriously think these were difficult?


5. Oh, that anxiety is there on your head like a time bomb.

“Did I forget to mention that it keeps you awake sometimes?”


6. You kind of develop a sort of . . . hatred for one particular thing in your syllabus. You wish it were alive so that you could stab it with a bloodied knife repeatedly. You never want to see it again.

“I never, EVER want to read about the revolt of 1857 or colonial agrarian policies again. I know I know it’s important to know your history and blah blah blah but I CAN’T.


7. And lastly, that glorious, beautiful, fantabulous moment when the final exam gets OVER.


(Repeat process next year)






Happiness isn’t always lavish things, extravagant displays, or a perfect social life (for us introverts at least . . .). It never is. We will stay at home curled in a blanket, with a cup of coffee and our favourite movie or book any day than go to some fancy party.

It’s the small, subtle things that give us happiness. Being alone at home, with nobody to disturb us, we get that feeling of exhilaration. That we feel whenever we are alone. Just some me-time. Nothing feels better.

We’re alone, for sure, but never lonely. And when some extrovert comes and asks us how we manage to live life so simply, we’re smirking in our minds and smile that secret smile. We don’t need many people in our lives. Just those few special ones whom we can open our hearts out to. Otherwise we’re quite content spending the rest of our lives with a dozen cats, happily going our merry way.

We can’t stand small talk. It makes us all more awkward. Why even to talk to a person you don’t know and never will know in the first place? And while avoiding small talk might make us seem rude, or moody, or mean, we just . . . don’t. It’s not you, it’s us. We’re the ones who feel uncomfortable.

We can talk about anything and everything to the people we call our friends. True, we don’t have many of them. But know that if we genuinely care for you, we’ll bring the stars down for you on your word. We either care for you to that extent or don’t give a damn (no offence). There is no in between.

In the end of the day, we are alone, like being alone, but not lonely. Never lonely.

And these are introverts, for you.


Dear YA genre author,

As you may or may not have have heard (from the not-so-quiet criticism from us bookworms/book bloggers), we are TIRED of reading cliched settings in your books again and again.

No, don’t get me wrong. Not all of you display these cliches in your book. Definitely not. There are many of you who’s books I love. But then there are many of you who’s books I can’t just . . . stand. If not for those cliches, then I would’ve probably loved your book.

What cliches, you might ask?

There are many things which are repeatedly appearing in YA genre landscape. Some of them particularly concern the way you’ve been portraying female protagonists. You see, the first common thing is that you orphan the female (or male) protagonist. And that would be okay, if you hadn’t included a sob-story. So your protagonist doesn’t have parents. Make him/her a little less martyr like. Naturally it would hurt him/her; we get that. No need to make a meal out of it. No need to make the character overly angsty.

Now the cliche that directly affects female protagonists: WHY does she have to be so bloody under confident in the start? “Oh, I’m just averagely intelligent/averagely good looking/averagely strong. Boo hoo.” And then, rather then realistically gaining self-confidence back in the book, she finds a super power and/or love interest to make her feel better.

Talking about the super power thing, why can’t you just . . . not? We’re okay if we don’t read about a broody-yet-posses-amazing-super-powers protagonist. Take the saying of “less is more’. Less is more! We would thoroughly enjoy reading a normal, no super-power female/male protagonist. In fact, if the world is a fantasy/dystopian realm then the POV would be all more entertaining.

Next, the love interest who makes fem protagonist feel pretty. It’s unnecessary. A sprinkle of romance would be okay. Not a whole, ginormous rant. Remember, your genre is YA, not specifically romance. If I wanted to read angsty romance I’d have read one of those corny love stories, which clone each other that are all around the literary realm.

And stop portraying a feminist character as a tomboy! That’s not even feminism. Your protagonist can be a feminist and still like to dress up. Please do your research.

Many bookworms out there and I would be very happy if you took this into consideration in your next book. Please do.

Yours faithfully and bookishly,