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awesomezorbabooksus-blog · 6 months

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Best Book Influencers in India

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Bound by their love for books but divergent in the nuances of their work, both book bloggers and book influencers exert a significant impact on the readers. Bloggers share their inputs on books and authors through the medium of blogs, usually on a website. Whereas book influencers in India post on social media platforms like Instagram about books and related stuff, thus inadvertently ‘influencing’ the purchase decisions of the readers.

We extend to you, the writer and author, this helpful insight on book bloggers and influencers so you can make an informed decision regarding book promotion. With the help of the information provided below on book influencers in India, decide the one that best suits your book promotion needs and the book genre.

Apurva

Khyati Gautam

Vidhya A. Thakkar

Arpita Bhattacharya

Aayushi

Anvita Patwari

Hari

Mridula

Debdatta Dasgupta

1. Apurva

53.2K followers on Instagram

Apurva & Mansi 🇮🇳 (@frenchflaps_and_deckleedges) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

Well, I’ve always wanted our page to stay as close to how we initially started it, just books and conversations about books, be it reviews or recommendations or just sharing my latest book buys. With the popularity of reels and a preference for shorter and quicker captions, we’ve tried our hands at them too, sharing a book recommendation reel, a visit to a bookstore or a book event etc.

2. How many books do you read per year?

It varies every year! On average, it sits around 55-60 books per year.

2. Khyati Gautam

26.8K followers on Instagram

Khyati • Book Blogger (@bookish.fame) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

When there’s a shift in trend, you tend to find ways to adapt to it. Now I try to make decent short-form content – reels, infographics – to attract the audience.

2. What difficulties do you face as a book influencer in India and how do you overcome them?

Coping with rapidly new trends is challenging. At times, it might get difficult to keep up with negative comments on your reviews.

3. Vidhya A. Thakkar

23.9K followers on Instagram

Vidhya A. Thakkar|Book Blogger (@reader_viddh) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

By being direct, honest and creative at the same time. While people love short, quick content, they love to see behind-the-scenes, raw content more. For me, that has always been the key. To be honest, direct and present.

2. How many books do you read per year?

More than 150-170

4. Arpita Bhattacharya

17.9K followers on Instagram

Arpita (@bagfullofbooks) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

I try to remain really true to the kind of books and stories that I am naturally drawn to. I would rather have a very tight-knit and an understanding audience than a large one.

2. How many books do you read per year?

It really depends on the amount of time I am able to devote to reading, which is a hobby for me. I would say upwards of 40-50 books in a year. I prefer to read books slowly and savour each line, emotion and character.

5. Aayushi

17.7K followers on Instagram

Aayushi (@_penandpapers) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

While I do believe one must change with time, short-form content like reels, is not the preferred medium. I still prefer posting a picture with a cup of coffee and a long-form review.

2. How many books do you read per year?

I used to read 50 books a year but due to work, I now read 15-20 books yearly.

3. What do you do when you’re not reading or making content?

I work as a Digital Marketing Executive at Simon & Schuster India.

6. Anvita Patwari

14.9K followers on Instagram

anvita patwari (@anvitascorner) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

I don’t really think about it in that way. More than trying to attract an audience, I try to post what I enjoy and hope that people who follow me will enjoy similar content!

2. How many books do you read per year?

I’ve been reading over 100 books every year.

7. Hari

10.6K followers on Instagram

Hari ¦ Bookstagram (@theobviousmystery) • Instagram photos and videos

With short-form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience? I have never thought of it like that. I post what I want; fortunately, that seems to work out for me. 2. When did you start reading and how has the journey been so far? Before Instagram, I used to make annotations and write my thoughts on Goodreads. But Goodreads did not give me what I wanted. When I discovered bookstagram, I decided to take a plunge.

8. Mridula

9,243 followers on Instagram

Mridula 🤓|Books + Journal| (@shelfadmirer) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience? With books, it’s a task! Because the more elaborate a review, the better the chances of a reader picking it up as their next read. However, we need to remember that most people have a short attention span when it comes to social media. My content is now inclined to provide them with soft, crisp and precise reviews of books. I try my best to create an engaging picture that highlights the story’s mood while maintaining the aesthetics.

9. Debdatta Dasgupta

3,242 followers on Instagram

Debdatta 🇮🇳 (@b00kr3vi3ws) • Instagram photos and videos

1. With short form becoming the preferred medium to consume content, how do you attract an audience?

I really prefer Instagram both as a user and a consumer. When there’s so much negativity & trolling all over the internet, I find Instagram a much better platform to be on. I think it is best to be genuine and consistent for your audience. I am trying to be more consistent in posting on social media.

2. How many books do you read per year?

I read 220 books a year on average.

Picking the right book influencer/s for your book is a good marketing move to get your book in front of readers. An important point to note when choosing a book influencer is your book’s genre and the genre influencers are promoting.

#books and reading #book bloggers #bookstagram #book reviewers #books & libraries

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myeyestoyours · 1 year

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Dear you,

Time for a birthday summary. Here it goes!

I turned 26 this year. I’m entering a new phase I guess. But never gonna get tired of my birthdays. It started with me being excited about my day approaching: a day i celebrate myself snd everyone who make me who I am. Azeem asked me what I wanted for a present. When I didn’t give a definitive answer, he just told me he’d dress up for me. For me, that’s when my birthday started- 2 days before it arrived! Also that day, I received a parcel with things I couldn’t possibly get over and ofcourse it was Anukriti. In the two decades of knowing her, how have we barely met but never missed each other’s birthdays? It is beautiful how some childhood hobbies and obsessions still haven’t changed in me and she could be the only one recognising it!

Somehow, being lonely is my greatest fear on my birthday so I always like to plan my birthdays. I like to remind people to be around me when I bring in a new year in my life. Munich, my favourite city, has turned into a scary place in the past year: loneliness eats me up. So, for my midnight, I invited Shruta and Safal to bake a cake with me. Cute how they did turn up spontaneously. I didn’t have much to treat them with but I was happy and they were generous with their gestures that evening. We were just existing together when the date changed, I got my hugs and I was smiling. Inaas still managed to wish me the first on my day. In 6 years or 7, this was my first birthday midnight without her. I missed her momentarily. After a good night’s sleep, I woke up to a bunch of beautiful messages and took the time to appreciate them. Baini said in a long long message that I am the best and that she loves my presence in her life.

Roshni called me a ball of sunshine. Mom sent emotional blessings. Dad prepared a virtual card. Maria called me gorgeous. Mansi said she loved me despite all the adulting pain. And just so many more messages wishing me a wonderful day! I took my time getting ready for work in the “musafir” hoodie my family sent over for me. I resonate with it. With all the smiles ever, I arrived at work, just to be welcomed by a HUGE cake on my table from Hermine and a note on top saying her son hot sick so she couldn’t stay. Is she for real? Can someone really travel an hour to and another back just to drop me a cake she baked? Do I even deserve this much love? I was already tearing up at this point. Then, my eyes moved to another bag full of chocolates and a greeting card by Hande. Such a sweetie! What was most distracting was the money plant anonymously lying on my desk. Ofcourse it was Sophie. She’s a sweetheart, she knew exactly what would make me smile widest on my day! While I rushed to thank these people, Juliano stopped and hugged me tight. He says I am sweet and that he loves me for that. That is validating m, yep it is. Jintian got me a yellow card and a pair of clip on earrings. Who told her about my obsession with earrings? Such a sweetie ! Isabel got me a goodie bag from the body shop. She said she picked her favourite stuff for me. I appreciate that. Then I gathered everyone for sharing the three cakes I had. Everyone was adorable with their greetings and ranking the cakes for no reason was super fun. Teresa said she loves how I work and she wishes we’d met before. That made me smile. Safal called me randomly and I took me to the third floor. He had gotten me a slice of Sachertorte and a postcard with our picture collage on it! Him knowing that’d make me smile, meant the world to me. Who’s gonna tell him that was my favourite birthday moment? Loved when people came amidst work and across buildings even to share a moment with me. Alina gave me the tightest longest hug of the century and got me a balloon full of pink confetti inside. I don’t remember telling her that I love balloons and that I associate my birthdays with balloons. I thought it’d be too childish to do that. But she knew, how? Sophie Maria and Alina said they have apparently also planned a surprise activity for me that I have no clue when I am getting to know. But I’m excited! Cuties! At some point I left work with Alina Sophie Joel and my beautiful balloon swinging in my hand until we entered the bus and it burst open making the whole bus laugh as all things were covered in confetti. That was something for sure. Received several calls from relatives (Maamu, Didiya..who else..?) while we reached the escape room we had planned! It was about an art collector’s most prized painting hidden somewhere and we were the robbers on a mission. It was tremendous fun and the sun peeking out right after we finished to make way for a few scoops of homemade icecream scoops was just perfect. At this point I checked time and I knew I would be late for my grand birthday dinner because I also needed to dress-up. 10 minutes, that’s all I took to look from rag to fab and arrived at the table booked for 10 people with just 2 sitting there. Azeem looked gorgeous and Shruta was as fab as always. I couldn’t stop smiling. Shruta also got me amazing lipshade and skincare and her favourite chocolate (maybe because I am a favourite). I must mention that some very cool stickers arrived at work right on my birthday! :)Ankush arrived with tulips of my favourite colours and Safal turned up in a denim jacket that he liked to believe doesn’t suit him. I appreciate when people make efforts. Slowly Kat Rakshita Jahnavi and Inaas also arrived after their long train rides and they even took their Friday off for me. I was humbled by the sight of them. It was a fun dinner I must admit and Shruta ending it with her delicious cake in the end was the better part of the evening. That girl worked way too hard for me that day. Apparently Safal also helped.

Bringing people to my place was such a good feeling and so was unpacking a masterchef apron and a Nepali cookbook from my favourite chef I had hoped to own someday. I am going to start cooking regularly soon, I promised them. They even got me a colourful strap for my sling bag and a digital photoframe which they get to control from their phones and add pictures as per their moods. I loved that idea of connecting. Kat got me a pair of earphones I have been longing for since November now. All perfect perfect. After some chitchat and fun, we dozed off and woke up to Talitha bring me a stuffed bumble bee she hand knitted for me. How do people spend so much effort on others? Just how? It is now my favourite stuffed toy. Best part about my birthday celebration was it lingered on with another cake that Inaas baked and safely got for me through 10hrs of travel, some ceramic painting session we had, tattoo designing and just dance and cooking and all the sessions we had together over that long weekend. It’s always happy when Inaas her endless bag of love to give is around and when Rakshita and I are just fine. Having resolved some little grudges with Rakshita was a birthday present to count this year! The only right way to celebrate isn’t it? And for cherry on the top, we went to see my to be home and everyone loved every corner to bits and that was so validating!!! I even made space for a new mirror that some people went all the way to ikea after a tiring workday to get (hopefully out of love and not obligation).

Had an institute birthday party as well very recently and I must say the food and Rabih’s baby, Munia stole the show. Was a fun evening.

I am still trying to get over it. What hurt was Upasana forgetting my birthday and Mansi not making time for me. Felt like the end of an era- an era of a childhhood friendships! But happens right? That’s how Adulting works I guess.

Well, another year of celebrating experiences and people and lessons learned!

Hope you enjoyed reading about my birthday!

See you later again!

-B

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my-bipolar-journal · 1 year

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28 march 2023

oh hi,

been so long. exams are over. 24th was pe. then 25th went to delhi. gave nift situation test. m back. preparing for farewell. jssa texted saying man ja ...stupid, acts like he's my gf ki me use mnaungi...stoopid... i still love him...dont know for how long though.

31 is farewell. then 2nd ko again. oh yes school ki postpone hogyi.

parth yudhi tamana are gud.

mansi is angry. she always turns jokes into fight. he takes stuff too seriously. trisha is ok now i shouted at her last time i wrote to u .

good bie

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spookyboywhump · 2 years

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What’s the dyatlov pass incident?

OH how happy I am that you ask 💚💚💚

I’m gonna try to keep this shorter but I’m a wordy motherfucker. Proceed with caution as I bring up death and the state of the bodies. Take everything I say with a grain of salt because this is just stuff I’ve read and I could be misremembering things, but if this kind of thing interests you I highly recommend looking into it more anyway (I quite liked the video Nick Crowley did on it)

The Dyatlov Pass Incident occurred in February of 1959, when nine Russian hikers died in the northern Ural Mountains. Their deaths were,,, odd to say the least and have been a matter of debate and theorizing for. A while now. They had set up camp but something caused them to flee said camp that night.

Things like missing eyes and a missing tongue, and injuries that could’ve only been caused by an extremely powerful force- which has been said to be an avalanche, and seems to be the answer a lot of people are going with- caused a lot of speculation about what happened to them. Apparently at the time the Russian government closed the case saying that they died of hypothermia due to being inexperienced. Now, the hikers weren’t inexperienced, but they were on a notably difficult route. The bodies weren’t all found at the camp either, rather the camp was found destroyed with the tent torn from the inside, but some victims were found near the camp while others were found in a ravine called the Dyatlov Pass Den, some clearly inadequately dressed for the weather. The force that caused injuries on some of them has been compared to the likes of a car crash.

The general consensus points to an avalanche, but things such a radiation being found on the clothes of two of the bodies, the fact that one victim was found missing her tongue, eyes, and parts of her lips, and the fact that investigators and locals said the evidence of an avalanche just wasn’t there have caused people to seriously question this and there’s been several theories put out there.

An argument among the group led to the deaths (however it’s been said that their injuries couldn’t have been caused by a human force)

The group were ambushed by a local Mansi tribe (see above + the Mansi people weren’t known to be violent or have any reason to attack them)

Killed by secret government testing (due to the radiation found)

Yeti

Aliens

So do with that what you will. Could’ve been an avalanche. Could’ve been smth else maybe who knows. It’s a fascinating case though.

#not whump #death tw #sorry I really like talking about this kind of stuff #I’ll take any excuse to ramble #could’ve done without the photos I saw today tho #I usually avoid those

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nonbinaryparent · 3 years

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great xmas gifts

except that both kiddos want to have the ‘computer’ with magnet letters and numbers and a drawing screen. At least kiddo#2 is now taking the time to erase what he writes, even one letter at a time. I have read that kids who show this much interest in letters and numbers are not necessarily smart forever so I can stop worrying so much. I should do that either way of course ;) I still have a list of 100 books to get them both so we’re good for the coming years. I would also like to encourage them more to write their own stories :)

Kiddo #1 helps to write letters for kiddo #2, very kind. She likes to play ‘Luigi’s Mansy’ but we have to fight all the ghosts while she skips the tutorials of which buttons we should actually press. I am sad to say she had watched zombie peppa pig stuff on the switch as it has no youtube for kids but now I manage all the content remotely, seems to be the best way T_T

Very preciously, we had let kiddo #2 play upstairs by himself for a bit. He hadn’t come down in a while so I went to look for him. Usually he is chanting some letters or numbers while playing or moving toys around so I hear him, but now I didn’t hear anything. I called out his name several times and got no answer. For some reason I went into our dark bedroom rather than his lit bedroom and still calling his name, I found him on our bed asleep on top of a noise making cart where he woke up and started crying while pushing the music buttons. So upset! Rude awakening! Fallen asleep with his head on the toy now waking him up even more -_- Naps are the best ;)

#nonbinary #parenting #personal #Kiddo 2 2yo #kiddo 1 4yo

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victornikifforov · 7 years

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okay this is important - what do you think enjolras’s patronus would be?

#les mis #enjolras #hp #les miserables #les amis #harry potter #i'm constructing a les mis/hp crossover fic and i can't decide on what enj's patronus should be #help #mansi says stuff

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lestatdelioncourte · 6 months

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i’m loving this near universal outpouring of love and praise for starkid here on tumblr. i feel like when black friday came out it was a bit polarising and not everyone loved it, so the hype died down quite quickly, and then because of covid it’s been 4 years since they dropped a musical on yt, but i’m so glad that everyone even beyond the staunch hatchetfield fans are loving and appreciating npmd. makes me so happy that this slightly niche theatre company will always have a cult following on here

#starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #idk man like sk has got me through the last 5 years and just seeing a wider array of people be hyped and appreciate their new show #is so fuckin great #seeing my faves get the flowers they deserve #mansi says stuff #also everyone in the npmd tag should watch nightmare time on youtube just saying #hatchetfield

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apricotpicotty · 2 years

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dear future dee

17-02-2022

today i went to school like during a normal day.

woke up ar 5:30 finished 1 ray optics lecture, got ready while listening to tennis court, trying to gather courage to go to school cuz i was scared as fuck.

but after reaching...it wasn't that bad.

actually it was a lot better than staying at home. i'm writing this in my room as my mom and brother are physically fighting and screaming in the living room. my bro's crying and screaming.

anyways back to what i was saying.

1st this mansi girl from 12 b asked me where's 12a on the stairs...to sound relatable i subconsciously said "mai bhi dhundh rahi hoon" even tho i knew where 12 a was. but by mistake i went to the 2nd floor and shit it was obvly the wring floor and mansi followed me lol. so after tht we did end up in the right class. she aske me if i was in 12b i said nope i'm from 12a and wanted to confirm so i said gauri from her section is inside.

then navreet came and told to switch on the lights and i did then payal came and mera lol hogaya cuz i said phy was 2nd period which wasn't. it was the last period.

then we went to chem lab for 1st period..i had to switch off the lights.

oh right! i went to washroom to calm myself after getting in the class. then while going back i met sharanya.

chem lab: i sat on the window side 1st seat. did the practicals with tanishka 12b and i fucked up the 1st time idky. then maybe also the 2nd time. ik i shouldn't mention siddharth. i do not have any feelings for him and he has a huge crush on gauri..sorry i'll get him out of my head soon dw dw.

then i was the last one to leave chem lab..after that i went o pee again and cs period! boom

maam was like "ouu~ disha you've also come?" after seeing me..i was like "yea"..said that bluntly lol then class was actually about to start. duddu looked back at me and told me to close the door with his eyes. i pointed at ma'am then back at him with my eyes hoping he'd understand that i was trying to say that ask for ma'am permission first. idk if he understood. then devansh asked if he can close the door...it's most likely he saw both of us..if not me then at least duddu or maybe it was his own decision. idc

dduring break we were in class, palkin was seated next to me by then. sharanya was standing..and the "not so useful but still morally good genes" from my mom got worked up and i asked ujjwal to give the seat next to him. he went o get another seat and i took him lol. sharanya was laughing lmao so was i and then i told him to use the one he got. three of us talked about useless stuff i don't remember. aamna gave me chem lab file and later everyone was aked to raise hand who've gotten the files..i did and continued talking to those 2 but forgot to put my hand down..everyone laughed..i'm not upset about it but...ok whtever.

just like then cs ended and we went for math. we were told to go down to av room..

in front of the av room: i was standing behind arnie and divyian, sharanya was next to me on my right we were standing next to the railing. duddu came and stood b/w me and divyian. sharanya was obvsly giggling and blushing whteves and i was trying to avoid his presence by facing the other side and talking about my lil bro's class who were in the skating ring. vasu dev was the only kid i could identify. totally ignored his presence.. btw! my bro saw me in his screen during tht time lol. payal ma;am then sent him to get the av room keys and arnie too idk whteves

just like that math ended and i understood fucking nothing

last period we were taken down cuz phy was a subsi and we fucking played games.

i'd totally forgotten about the "spot" and sharanya reminded me and fucking ruined my mood.

then we asked ma'am if we could play something else other than basketball cuz both of us didn't want to play basketball.

got the ball from tht cage thingy and one kid who was playing there told her to take the shortcut lmao.

okay so it's just the two of us now. i asked aamna and kasish to play with us and gawd i really wished aanvi was with us. it would've been so mucchh funn

so i played..so much..kept throwing later 11thies joined us. by then kashish and i were the only ones left, aamna and sharanya wasere talking and walking. seejoni, aditi and shreya also joined us later left. at the last only i was alone on my team, one 11th girl and kasish were oon the opp team. for a sec i was scared or something idk but the thought of being alone.....but then this thought came in my head "so what if i'm alone? i'm equal to an army of 100 people who're against me" and threw the ball so high the kid couldn't catch. it felt good. that no matter who stays or who leaves me, in the end it's me who'll be with me forever. it's just me. this fact can make me feel may emotions when looked at from diff povs. but one of the povs makes me happy:)

then last period got over and i thought to myself.."i missed this, i wanted this i was starving for this lol a bit too much of exaggeration but u get it. i looked at the wall paintings i made with others..it was so blurry and faded. but i knew that i also contributed to it. i was a part of it. maybe i want people to remember me...idk that's for u to decide.

went to the main gate and saw dad, waved him and he waved back. didn't look back and went straight to him.

i was so happy and excited i told him how we were taken to the field to play games. he asked a few more questions like how many kids came then few minutes later asked if i needed more pens, i sid yea but they'll last for another week. he replied that i should by them on 18th. i said okay. silence. a comfortable kind of silence all the way back home. when we reached back, he told me to sanitize and stufff as i was getting down. came back home finally. and told mom and my bro everyhting.

i gtg now, i was soooooo happy that's it. i missed feeling happy just for myself. :) i hope you're happy too in the future. i'll try my best too!

bye bye, i'm behind my schedule .

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myeyestoyours · 3 years

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Mansi is home again. For a while before she leaves for College. She was in Kathmandu for VISA and work related stuff. She keeps telling me how happy she is being home. She says she had missed this and this time more than a year of being in the home country atleast was still not enough. And how she’s gonna miss home again. My heart is all crumbly right now. I don’t know what is feels like to miss home. I mean. I do have fond memories of being home like it was my place to stay. But in the past so many years I’ve stayed home feeling like everything was temporary. I controlled my anger against things I’d normally react irritably because “I don’t want to spoil the little time I’ve got”, I haven’t been lazy like I used to be in my teenage because “every minute is precious. go spend time helping mom, talking to dad”. I love those but let’s be honest here, when home was home, I didn’t spend time doing anything for anyone. I did sometimes but mostly, I was just me, not in any kind of haste to live 20 years in 20 days.

Going home is this roller coaster of emotions. It is feeling “I wish I just lived here.” And “I don’t belong here anymore” all at once. Nothing revolved around me anyway even then. But atleast I revolved with them wherever they were going. Now, I don’t. I watch them just have their days and nights just fine with or without me. They love me and I love them and ofcourse all of us are happy when we’re together but this love is different and more evident than it was when we didn’t know there’ll be days where the counts will change. Now we do. Mom and Dad and Baini try to make all those of my favourite things happen in whatever span of time I’m there. But wasn’t home about coming home from school and sniffing around from the entrance itself to guess what’s on the menu and to jump if it was one of those favourites! Half the fun is just gone when you just know what’s cooking even though it is exclusively for you. I’m not complaining. I really appreciate all that. I mean, its my opportunity to stuff in all the little joys and love and memories so that when I’m away, I can unpack these one at a time and compensate on the void I have among million people around me doing a million different things. I’m just saying, that’s how it works now. I don’t really miss home or anything in particular. I just smile thinking about it and know it isn’t ever going to be the same. But hey, nothing for nobody is ever the same with time passing. I’m no exception, well. I do have days though where I think of home as a possible escape. Like, “I just want to pause all this and be at home, with mom and dad and baini” but I probably consider home to be “a place where I’m free of thoughts and responsibilities and to-do lists and stuff like that.” But let’s face it, after a point in life, you can’t possibly be in a place where are like that. Atleast not if you’ve chosen BASIC SCIENCE and that too RESEARCH for a career.

Mansi casually just said “when I’m away, I am going to miss home so terribly again and I will just be sad and sit somewhere and write and make me books and shows out of that”. Wow. Imagine that life. I was telling Mansi how being an Artist comes with this HUGE advantage of being able to feel and work both at once. You can feel for a creation, you can create art out of emotions. Even if you’re on vacation, you could be simply gathering content for your career. In science, you segregate. You choose either to work or to feel. Even to feel for the work, you have to stop working. And if you can prioritize, which I unfortunately cannot, you’ll not spend time complaining like I do.

No, who’s complaining? Not me. Absolutely not.

#writers on tumblr #thoughts #words #home #homesick #aesthetic #science #art #concept #myth #missing #family #love #company #feelings

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rue-by-another-name · 6 years

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Can I be the bitch that’s all like “they need to be together!” Bc I think they’d be perfect for each other. YN who’s stuck in her head and dreaming of love and life and harry who’s always serious and kinda grumpy tbh and I think they’d balance each other really nice..

I wouldn’t quite say Harry is grumpy, but I agree, because as I stated earlier they obviously have been raised differently and had different outlooks on love throughout their life. Harry has more experience, and therefore thinks he knows better. But it’s obvious he doesn’t. The moment in the car where Y/N just starts rambling about the things she noticed in the film is a kind of symbolic moment for Harry to see that yeah, he knows stuff as he and Mansie were talking, but Y/N is the one who kind of has it all figured out and will wait to view everything and make her decision before stating the facts. But she’s too naive to realize what gifts she truly has, which is why she was kind of blown away when Harry and Mansie had no clue what she was talking about. So yes, they definitely are going to influence each other for good, but as I’ve stated previously I really don’t want the situation to be unrealistic. I want them to grow together, and if that turns into love DOPE. And if it doesn’t, then they’ve gained a life long friend to love and support.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years

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this is my 4th IB episode of the fucking day. hahahaha fuck me why am i such a masochist?????

puri ki puri paltan ek ke peeche ek.

LMAO ANIKA BADI URDU PHOOT RAHI HAI.

khud ko hi adaab kar rahi hai. i love this stupid girl soooo much.

GOD YUCK I HATE SHIVAAY KE YEH DUM MAARO DUM WAALE SUNGLASSES SO MUCH.

oh tanya, girl, leave his ungrateful asssssssssss already.

after using him for sex. coz #uhHuhHoneyyyyyyyyyy 😏😏😏

ugh fuckkkkkkkkkk rudraaaa i really don’t wanna see his bullshit plot.

RUDRA YOU LITERALLY GOT A JOB LIKE YESTERDAY, COULD YOU FUCKING SHOW UP THERE INSTEAD OF FLYING OFF TO GOA TO PARTY

PLEASE ABHAY; JUST TAKE YOUR REVENGE ON THE OBEROIS BY KILLING RUDRA.

SOMEONE GIVE THIS GIRL A FUCKING MEDAL FOR DEALING WITH THE BHOSADPAPPU THAT IS RUDRA SINGH OBEROI 🥇🥇🥇

lol airport mein security ki kya zaroorat, when Shivaay’s Awareness™ waala radar is always on alert.

wow anika, maangne par hi seeeeedha face to face.

anika, you should have at least switched up your eye makeup to throw him off a little.

ok shivaay, burkhewaali ko zyaada ghoorega toh andar ho jayega.

wifey senses tinglingggggg!!!!!!

OMFG HER HYDERABADI URDU HAHAHAHA

oh hoooooooooo “aniSa begum”, yahaan bhi tadi. he’s going to knowwwwwww!!!

tanya also has catchphrase just like her hubby - “agar tum smart ho, toh main bhi OVERSMART hoon.”

the thing is, she reallly really isn’t. she isn’t even basic level smart? sigh.

how did she know shivaay’s going to goa???

oh god bua and the don. fwding.

OK BHAVYA, KNEE THIS FUCKER IN THE NUTS ALREADY

lol her name is baby???? pakka mallu christian hogi.

UM HOW IS SHE CALLING BHAVYA AUNTY???? when she herself looks older than jhanviiiiiii also???????

mansi’s skin is looking hella bad in the last few eps. girl, kuch facial-vacial karao.

ok shivaay, you’re acting hellllla shady in an airporttttttttt. you’re going to get fucking arrested.

ouffff more of this bua-don nonsense.

omfg hahahahaha shivaay’s double take on seeing tanya. i cackledddd.

why did he just randomly kick the bag???

oh nooooooooo, meds gir gaye! beech flight attack aa jayega is idiot ko!

oh good. wife has seen. and to the rescue. as usual. this man would be dead and reincarnated into his 5th avatar by now if not for her.

oh shit he knows. HE KNOWSSSS.

OK SHIVAAY, YOU DON’T JUST GO GRABBING AT RANDOM WOMEN LIKE THAT, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU THINK THEY’RE YOUR WIFE.

LMAO SHE KEEPS SAYING “SHUFFUR” FOR “SHOHAR”

ok so shivaay just goes around correcting EVERYONE’S language then, not just people he knows. what an insufferable twit.

OK ANIKA, STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW YOUR SHOHAR LIKES TO BREAK MOBILE PHONE-AA. YOU’RE TIPPING HIM OFF.

LMAOOOOOOO SHE JUST RAN AWAY

“yeh 100% anika hai.”

patidev ka sensor aaj tak kabhi fail hua hai kya???? 😆😆😆

fwding bua - don nonsense.

“shivaay kitne bade chantumaiiii hai, burkhe mein pehchaan liya!”

pffftttt, anika you idiot; it’s not like you made it particularly difficult for him.

oh great, buaji is here. and she’s seen anika.

OH GOD TANYA TOO.

OH NO BUAJI LOCKED ANIKA IN THE TOILET

why does the toilet lock from the outside in the first place?!?!!?!

LMAOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHA BUAJI LOCKED TANYA INSTEAD OF ANIKA

they’re gonna fuck shivaay over and go on another flight to some place else???

UGH RUDRA AND HIS STUPIDDDDD BABY ARE WE GOING TO WASTE ALL THE EPISODE ON THIS GARBAGE, SHOW ME MY DIL KA PREET DILPREET AND MY BABY BIRDIE GAURI

who the fuckkkkkkkkk is mona and why is this don being weird around anika???

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RUN ANIKA RUNNNNNNNN

lollllllllllllllllll shivaaay’s confusion waale double takes seeing real wife, fake wife, family members, uske upar awareness waali ghanti bhi baj rahi hai zor zor se sar mein. i can’t stop cackling at his haalat.

HE’S WEARING NOT EXACTLY A SUBTLE SUIT, USKE UPAR YELLOW GOGGLES AND HOPING NOT TO BE NOTICED BY HIS OWN DAMN PARENTS WHAT AN IDIOT

LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I KNEW THEY’D SCREW SHIVAAY OVER. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. BETA YEH (LITERALLY) TERE BAAP HAI.

LOOK AT THEIR SMUGGGGGG GRINS. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT.

lol tanyaaaa is so behind the curve.

so finally it’s just gonna be shivika and ruvya in goa.

YESSSSS BHAVYA, FUCK HIM OVERRRRRRR. I WANT HIM DEAD.

god anika, you really need to get a fucking life. honestly just, idk get a job or something, man. have some interests outside of your dumbass husband.

i can’t concentrate on anything shivaay is thinking because my god wtf is this outfit. it’s just so fucking ugly.

ENOUGH OF THIS GARBAGE GIMME RIKARAAAAAAAA

OUFFFFF NOOOO NOT MORE TANYAAAAA

sup abhay. hot as ever, i see.

also still a chooth, i see.

OUFF WHAT IS WITH THESE 4 LIONS GIRLS AND GETTING INTO THE BOOTS OF CARS

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO OMG SHE GOT INTO THE BOOT OF THE WRONG CAR HAHAHAHA THIS IS NOTTTT A GOOD DAY FOR TANYA

ok how can you just request an update on a patient like that????

great. abhay’s gonna go murder shukla.

WHAT? SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI IS FLYING COACH?????? THIS IS THE MOST UNREALISTIC THING THIS SHOW HAS EVER SHOWN. EVER. EVEN MORE THAN THE FREEZER DABBA FACE MASK KAALA JAADOOO STUFF.

lmaooooo even the flight attendant is like “mr. oberoi aap economy class mein???”

“haan i just wanted to experience, goa jaana economy class mein, HOW DOES IT FEEL.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

why the fuck is bhavya just… standing around? he didn’t get her a seat??? aise khade hokar jayegi kya goa, as if this is a local train?

YAAAAAAAAAAS OMG TELL ME SHIVAAY CAUGHT HIM BEING AN ASSHOLE AND IS GOING TO SLAP SOME SENSE INTO HIM

lmao why are these two reacting like they haven’t seen each other…

oh wait, yes they haven’t seen each other since shivaay went missing a few weeks ago.

aw, even bhavya’s happy to see shivaay.

PLEASE SHIVAAY. HE IS GONNA RUN THE WHOLE THING INTO THE GROUND. STOP PLAYING COPS AND ROBBERS AND FOCUS ON YOUR BUSINESS ALREADY.

aw, shivaay’s happy to see bhavya too! how cute.

rudra fully knows shivaay will beat his ass if he knows the truth so he’s lying through his teeth.

OMFG WHAT EVEN IS THIS SUNDARI BUA PLOTTTTT DIAMONDS ON HER TEETH I CANT EVEN

ANSWER THE QUESTION ABOUT YOUR WIFE, SHIVAAY!!!!!!

ok om ka naam hi mat lo, fucking this whole episode has been such a waste of time without my dilpreet’s cuteness.

LOL RUDRA’S REACTION ON HEARING SHIVAAY’S FLYING COACH

who these fuckingggg randos?

oh richa ka mangetar. and some other ugly.

ohhhhhhhhhh god ugly’s fallen in love with gauri already.

why isn’t mangetar telling friend that she’s married????

aaaaaaaaaaand abhay’s here to murder shukla.

but the murder foursome are here too.

siiiiiiiiiiiigh, these people are going to stress shukla into fucking dying.

wow. shukla’s a wafaadaar one.

did he even actually say anything or just awaiiii ka chutiyaapa aur time waste???

WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING ON???? PLANE MEIN NAACH GAANA????? SHIVAAY’S GONNA THINK THIS IS WHAT GOES DOWN IN COACH ON THE REGULAR.

and great. he’s standing there and philosophizing about love which… god i don’t even have the strength to touch today.

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August 2019

India // It’s incredibly hard to sum up my feelings about India and Nepal. It was a truly incredible trip. And so exhausting. It was enriching, interesting, hard, disgusting, educational, everything. This is not the place to talk about my experience at length so I’ll just write down some nice moments I collected along the way //

on the go // the huge corner toilet at MUC airport departures / Rischart coffee / the smell of the Emirates airline NOIR lotion they offer in their bathrooms / cherry-flavoured Skittles // Delhi // brightly painted buses and tuk-tuks / eating at AB veg restaurant in Hauz Khas, inredibly delicious and cheap / being lucky enough to choose the hostel in Hauz Khas village; meeting Dominique, Christie, Ayush, Samar and Julia / all those talks we had about linguistics, education systems, the future, politics, travelling, home, friends, experiences with magic mushrooms, Hannah Arendt, travelling (…); talking to Christy about her past, family, criminal record / Mosambi juice / Nici constantly flirting with me, trying to seduce me. She told me I’m posh, assertive, regal and I know myself very well. Making out with her was fun but honestly… not worth the drama. / Mosambi juice / a consultation with a renowned Ayurveda doctor - I loved talking to her even though she wasn’t able to tell me anything I hadn’t known already; sometimes it’s nice to get the confirmation that what you found out on your own is exactly the right thing / eating momos and Kathi rolls, the best Thalis / parties on the rooftop until the sunrise interrupted us; grilling whole fish, saying goodbye to Julia, singing along to Louise Attaque and Cher songs / riding rickshaws through Delhi; extra fun: squeezing 5 people in and listening to club music / the sheets smelling chalky with a hint of grape sugar / dancing at Raasta / petting cute street doggies / a cooking class with Mansi and her family in North Delhi - delicious food and really nice people, I fell in love with the mum / eating at Social (that building is just amazing) and strolling through the little alleys and stores at Hauz Khas village with Christie; she showed me the place where she got her linnen dresses and we talked to a jewellery store owner for quite a while / the spice market, climbing up a building and watching the men flying their kites, tasting some street food and spices, realiszing that there is a market street dedicated to a single group of things like the shoe market, the jewellery market etc. / the Brit Brats sharing their joints; tripping to Bayonne / the hidden merchant streets with colourful wall art around the entrances / PANEER (!) / stand-up comedy with a female comedian / elevator selfies / learning about the development of Indian scripts and letters/characters in Sanskrit in the National Museum; erotic sculptures, very detailed paintings depicting badass, tiger-hunting ladies / I saw a peacock. Cows, chipmunks, pigs, horses, monkeys, goats, guinea pigs, bunnies, cats and dogs, bats, herons, boars, caterpillars, centipedes, horses, donkeys (…) / finding the perfect triangular earrings with gemstones at the Dilli Haat market; getting some nice dresses, too / living on water and mango juice, feeling very light and clean, having an empty stomach all the time / Gandhi Smriti, retracing Mahatma’s last steps before his assassination / feeling human again after a few days in bed - I love the power of make-up, bananas, fresh clothes and those pink little Pepto-Bismol pills the Canadian lady gave me / Delhi central station; just WOW. It’s places like that which make you realise just how many people there are in India. //

Rishikesh // the man helping me with the bus to Rishikesh; the kindness of strangers / “I thank the Lord for the people I have found” (Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters) / emotional bus rides: crying for no reason, letting go, for the first time in a very long time; emotional turmoil, softening up; leaving people and whole countries behind / seeing the huge Shiva ceremony at the Ganges from the bus / my yoga teacher training, getting to know the other students / learning about a magic trick against bad posture / instant karma / the view from the rooftop, watching the sunrise over the lower Himalaya mountains / the simple, vega, ayurvedic food they offered at the ashram / visiting the temples with the apprentice yogi and his scooter; walking up 13 stories in the blazing sun, receiving a blessing and some red string around my wrist; taking part in the Ganga ceremony at sunset / the Beatles Ashram; it’s just this amazing place with incredible street art, and those ruins, the meditation caves and eggs on the rooftop… climbing up there was one of my highlights in Rishikesh / close second: visiting a meditation cave at the Ganges, a bit further up in the mountains; a monk had spent 15 years in that cave practising meditation / all the beautiful shops around town focussing on yoga accessoires / putting my feet in the Ganges #blessed #moksha / learning about my aggression during silent yoga / all the animals around town: horses, donkeys, cows, monkeys and whatnot //

Varanasi // taking the night train for the first time; I shared my little compartment with a family and three little children but they were surprisingly dramafree and actually quite cute / a sunset boat trip on the Ganges, seeing the ghats, the ceremonies, the moon rise / the little alleys behind the ghats; the stores, the surprises / Marnikarnika Ghat was really impressive; it’s the cremation place and I saw dead bodies for the first time / accidentally discovering the Dirty Chai Cafe (chocolate peanut butter shakes and fresh, cold mint lemonade), finding a Kamala Das poetry book on the shelf / spending an afternoon with the German journalist (so weird how the atmosphere shifts when you’re accompanied by a man there; also our dynamic made me feel so glad to be travelling alone, to only be responsible for myself, to be independent); sharing a banana and water surrounded by goats in Hanuman Ghat; the view over the river from his room; him gently stroking my cheekbone / buying two saris in a little corner shop / my jewellery quest (unsuccessful) / eating fresh fruit salad after hardly eating solid food for days / checking out that little park on my last day, the air buzzing with dragonflies / watching the sunset from the hostel’s rooftop, filming a slow motion video / India brings out trauma and deep emotions; the people kept staring at me for whatever reason; I kept having disturbing dreams about my dead father and grandmother; and the mob-video Christy showed me didn’t help either (the whole village carried a man through the streets, eventually beating him up because he couldn’t pay off his debts) //

Nepal // the first view of Nepal from the bus windows - how much greener, how much emptier it is than India / meeting some nice people on the bus - an American, a Brit and two Frenchies; grabbing dinner in Kathmandu with the latter / watching the sunrise at the border between India and Nepal / sitting next to the mayor of small town council on the bus ride; communicating with hand and feet / the Kathmandu valley is such a gorgeous sight / I got lucky with my hostel; Yakety Yak was a really nice and quiet place to stay; they even had laundry service and a shelf with free books - I read two or three of them because I behaved like a good (home)sick German abroad: bed, Haribo, carbonated water, trashy literature / visiting Bhaktapur, a gorgeous small town in the Kathmandu valley / watching the latest Tarantino movie at the cinema; the tickets were incredibly cheap / walking up the hill to the temple and the monastery, enjoying the incredible view over the surrounding hills; meeting two ladies from Austria, they live close to my old university town; walking to the centre through back alleys, stopping at a rooftop cafe, ordering three drinks at once (liquid diet) / that one jewellery store near the Pokhara bus station - I found some gorgeous brass rings with precious stones for little money / the busy square, the markets / hanging out in the hammock in my hostel in Pokhara, overlooking the lake / watching the skydivers land / the ayurvedic cafe and the other place serving smoothie bowls by the lake - it’s such a fantastic moment when you finally feel hungry again and eat a little solid food after fasting/suffering for a few days / two incredibly weird guys from Latvia and Berlin who provided a nice, mellow ending for my shitty day and even made me survive the mosquito attacks / meeting my travel agent who actually took me out dancing and gave me a ride on his motorcycle to the bus stop; he even gave me some fruit for the ride / By the Way starting to play while waiting for Vietnamese food / hunting down a place that sells semi-precious stone columns in Kathmandu; negotiating with the old lady selling them; getting some brass souvenirs for my friends and family / the view from the airplane - seeing the Himalaya for the first time; I pity people who’ve stopped looking out of windows //

Coming home. I’ve NEVER felt happier entering my apartment after a trip. Being alone. Truly alone. Silence. Three rooms just for me. My bed. Having all my stuff back. Toiletries! Nice body lotion. My favourite perfume. Going to the supermarket. Unpacking all the jewellery, clothes and knick-knacks I bought. Taking care of my plants.

Making a huge batch of my favourite ratatouille / pasta sauce.

Visiting Manu in hospital. Cheering him up a little bit.

Finally receiving my black and white analogue photos. I loved the shot of Andre looking like he’s being kissed by a dementor. And Lexi looking dead cool at ADBK.

Pizza party at Grano with Lena. Eating sorbet out of a lemon.

Riding my bike through the forest on a sunny morning. Stopping to take pictures of the beautiful light, the yellow flowers. Spending too much money at the garden center. Driving home, IKEA bags full of plants.

Inventing my signature manicure: a little black dot just above the nailbed.

Having an evening beer outside at Sofa So Good with Andre.

Stumbling upon Konsti. The one who ghosted me years ago after a beautiful summer spent kissing in lakes because his therapist had told him so. Well, we talked for a few days, but guess what - he just ghosted me for a second time. Fool me one - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me.

#things i love #august #2019 #august 2019 #personal #present perfect #india #nepal

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