In this debut poetry collection, Shalini has craftily spun such everyday musings, many of which might bring a smile on your face, some might make you ponder a little. With her wide-ranging genres, she shares with her readers an innovative collection of passionate and perceptive odes adorned with the often ignored observations from the world we live in.
Get ready to immerse yourself in the imaginative foreground built with thoughtful illustrations. A well knotted hammock with this book on a not-so- knotted lazy afternoon will be an icing on the cake. Happy reading.
She has been appreciated by the Late President Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam for the poetic letter she wrote to him titled 'Dear Dr. Kalam'.
She has a dedicated following on social media and also enjoys clocution. Among her friends she is considered the 'Live wire' of any party who never forgets to break a leg on Macarena. She is an enthu cutlet, a true Punjabi at heart and is known to practice mirrored writing in her free time. She currently resides in Gurgaon with her family.
As an eight-year-old, I was always fascinated with my Dad's small but intimate library room, which I must say was a luxury of passion rather than being a privilege in a small house. So, one day, when I finally got the chance, I went inside, just to be able to sit in his chair and act like him. A short sprinter jump did manage to give the little me the extra height I needed and I was able to climb up to his chair. As I started to adjust myself while moving the stiff cushion around, I couldn't help but notice his intensely organized desk, complete with an inviting set of white sheets, waiting to be scribbled upon. At that very point of time, the eight-year-old me decided to write a line about the ongoing summer vacation. Not to forget, while writing the first line, I also rhymed the next line with it. Happy with the couplet that I had just written, I decided to write another one.
Amused with the four lines that I had scribbled onto the paper, I decided to leave the sheet as is, on the table. Having almost forgotten about the whole incident, a few days later I stumbled upon that sheet once again, on that very desk. And to my surprise, I saw that my Dad had edited the fourth line I'd written. I was the happiest kid that day because I realized that he had actually liked the first three lines. With this 3/4th of confidence up my sleeve, I went ahead and completed my first ever piece for him and, well, haven't really stopped writing since then. The writer in me was born because of my dad. Which is why, this book is dedicated to him. Infact, this book is dedicated to people who inspire because we all know it does not come easy.
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