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By Saru Singhal - June 27, 2013

“To soar, we must leave anything that weighs us down...” ― Saru Singhal
— T. Harv Eker (@T_Harv_Eker) August 7, 2013

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If soul has a door, mine is open for you all-life-long.

By Saru Singhal - November 25, 2018

I won't lie. I've been with men. Some flings. A couple of serious relations. But you...damn you! Who knew I would be on the crossroads? My soul would feel parched from all the heat our bodies produced. I'd slow-moan your name in the middle of the day. I'd scroll and read your WhatsApp messages at 2 in the night. I'd run make-belief scenarios of love-making while commuting to work.

No one would believe it all started with one flimsy kiss on my shoulder. You kissed my collarbone softly. And I felt a wild sensation running through the recesses of my body. Parts I never knew existed trembled. I became alive for the very first time in my life. I closed my eyes to feel you inside me. But then you sniffed the back of my neck. Exhaling-inhaling-exhaling. Your warm breath made Peony fragrant than ever before. Chloe became sexy that day. You continued like that for a minute or 2. I opened my mouth a little. Heaved. Breaths became deep. Shallow-deep-shallow. My mind played tri…

A home filled with love is never empty

By Saru Singhal - January 09, 2017

A cozy king-size bed for you
An old cot for some
Turf of manicured lawn
Or a shanty in Mumbai's slum

A roof is all we need
Add a few luxuries here and there
Then how big is big enough?
Is squandering a meaningless affair?

Two can live happily in one room
No square feet, no price
Love to wrap yourself in it
Few adjustments and a little sacrifice

Changed nearly a dozen houses
But I treasure the moments we've shared so far
Not the flat screen TV we own
Or the spacious garage for our car

Often on lonely afternoons
The homemaker in me longs
For a tiny nook where I can recreate the good old days
Filled with friends and favorite songs

Though I labor to keep the house spick and span
But it's the mess that makes it complete
Remnants of an evening well spent
With friends, family and treats

A house is empty without happiness
Things only fill up space
An expensive couch can make the living room beautiful
But it can never brighten the gloomy days

Yet collect these things togeth…

Because paper towels are strong and so am I

By Saru Singhal - November 12, 2018

Wherever I go Everyone offers me some tissue papers A fragile tissue to wipe off my tears And as I frisk into my pockets to pull out a paper towel I tell them Tears, courage, strength - I bring my very own Even a stronger version of tissue paper too

Here's what I learned in 7 years of blogging

By Saru Singhal - June 18, 2018

7 years ago I started my blog. And I entered the magical world of writing. I was living in the Boston suburbs. After finishing my work and household chores, I still had some spare time. I remember the exact moment I clicked the 'B' icon on Google and I created a Blogger account. I knew only two Bloggers that time - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I had no idea what it takes to be an accomplished blogger, but I was excited to be a part of a community which is independent and expresses its views without any inhibition. I must say, it has been an amazing journey only because I have learned so much.

I started by writing poetry, then I started writing articles and now I can write anything. Professionally, I am a content writer for a couple of websites. I ghostwrite for two more agencies based out of North America. I write sponsored articles on my blog. I tweet, post Facebook statutes, answer Quora questions, and mention brands on Instagram for money. Brands even consult me for social…

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By Saru Singhal - December 03, 2018

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thin waistline and a fat stack of memories

By Saru Singhal - April 24, 2016

it began on the terrace with lousy poetry, cold tea, and playful eyes you unravelled a mystery to my utter surprise

i am not sure how it started
it sure ended on that auburn paisley sheet in-between sweet moaning i felt complete

i dressed up in front of you later
dabbed kohl, tied my hair into a messy bun draped that cotton saree playfully making the pleats one-by-one

then you asked graciously
if you could tuck those pleats in i felt knots and butterflies come alive the moment your fingers touched my skin

you stood behind as i adjusted the pallu
it was a bout of nervousness for me to make a lady uncomfortable with silence was your idiosyncrasy

a million moments i've lived since
moving my fingers on that paisley print like my life, that sheet, and cotton saree are immortally linked

We are 2 broken souls who perfectly fit

By Saru Singhal - December 10, 2018

You reek of debauchery,
Of wild sex on cheap sheets.
Of half-drunken nights,
Mindless flirting on the streets.

And yet I find you comforting,
I know you won’t last long.
You are that pop-chart number,
Not a meaningful song.

There ought to be a heartbreak,
For you to put your soul up for sale.
Broken people tend to use,
Hungry passion as their holy grail.

I can swim underwater for hours,
To find that pearl inside you.
I can walk under dark skies,
To see the light in you.

I want to burn myself,
To set your demons free.
I can even pluck the thorns out,
And plant a beautiful tree.

But do give me some hope,
I want to fix my emptiness with you.
I’m an epic mess-up,
I know you are too.

The world would call us crazy,
So be it.
We are 2 broken souls,
Who perfectly fit.

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Har Ghar Kuch Kehta Hai...

By Saru Singhal - February 05, 2014

This post won 'The Most Popular Post' prize in 'Great ways to create a beautiful home' contest on Ripplelinks.com, sponsored by Asian Paints.
‘A Home is where a story begins…’
I read it somewhere and it transported me to those innocent childhood days when I played Ghar-Ghar with my friends and cousins. I distinctively remember arranging gas stove, utensils and pretended to cook. Later, I got a Barbie Doll House and I insisted on buying cushions, sheets and showpieces for it. I even cried when one of the trophies I won couldn’t fit in the tiny Doll House. Seriously, playing a perfect host in Tea Parties where I was irked by my friends’ lack of concentration in sipping from empty tea cups, sowed the seeds of a Perfect Homemaker in me. So, when I think of creating a HOME, I splash all my ideas and love to create a space that is BEAUTIFUL.
I take my love for Books, Words and Alphabets very seriously and the first thing I use to decorate my home are books. With books, my ho…