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Your perfect selfie is #Mobiistar away!

By Saru Singhal - May 22, 2018

Taking a selfie is an art. And only a few can create a masterpiece. You see, it’s not an easy feat to capture yourself with perfect expressions keeping the picturesque background intact. Don’t believe me! Imagine - you are looking ravishing in your new top and you are waiting for your friends at the mall. You want to capture your best self in front of a beautiful window display before the lipstick fades away and hair goes out of place. You point the camera in your direction and take a couple of selfies. Err! Who are we kidding? 2 are never enough. Taking 2 dozen selfies would a safe bet. But the one you like has two boys in the frame instead of the window display. Even if you try to crop the selfie, you can’t fix the problem. Look at my selfie. I cropped it. Still, I couldn’t take the man out of it. I was aiming at the fountain and clicked the man instead. I posted it because that was the best I could do. As a poor craftsman, I blame the tools. Wish I had a better phone! Something wit…

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…

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…

Of Long Lost Summer Days With Maa

By Saru Singhal - May 01, 2017

Maa, I bought Pond's talcum powder from Indian store yesterday, I sprinkled it after the evening bath. Combed my hair with center partition, And walked barefoot on freshly cut grass.
The soft scent of lilies didn’t go well with my body chemistry, I didn’t smell as nice as you. The center partition didn’t suit my round face, How the kurta looked, I have no clue.
It was hard to imitate you, As a girl, I tried to fit in. You, a gracious lady, With skin as smooth as porcelain.
I have the same features, Minus your class and grace. How silly of me to think? I could be at your place.
But Maa, I thought again, How can I replicate long lost summer days? You dressed in a neat cotton sari, Serving rooh-afza to guests on holidays.
I can’t buy your personality, I buy the closest things, though.

Kaunse wala blue? When he replaced greeting card with a shade card.

By Saru Singhal - March 13, 2017

A long time ago, a boy liked me. I am tempted to say loved me but he never said it loud. Poor chap! One day, he decided to fast-track the romance. He came, broke the ice and said, 'You look nice in blue.' Instead of accepting the compliment graciously, I asked, 'Which blue - sky blue, navy blue, or turquoise blue?' Perplexed, he stared at me. 'All!' - was his one-word reply. We stood in silence for a minute or two and parted ways. I thought that was the end of his feeble attempt - one compliment, one-word answer, and one daring encounter. Well, I was wrong!

Next day he came holding an envelope. I was uneasy. It was a trend those days to propose with a greeting card. He was the most sincere boy in school. I never wanted to hurt his feelings. 'That's for you,' he said and handed me the envelope. Inside there was a shade card - with few tick-marks on the various shades of blue and a line at the bottom - you look nice in all of the above blues. I skip…

#BrokenMarriage

By Saru Singhal - May 28, 2018

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कोशिश...

By Saru Singhal - July 24, 2011

मेरी सपनो को सजाने की हर कोशिश अधूरी रह गयी!
मुझमे और मेरी मंजिल में सिर्फ दो आंसूओ की दूरी रह गयी!!

I’m the girl even your friends won’t approve

By Saru Singhal - January 01, 2018

I burn your soul,
I light that kind of fire.
My words slit innocence into half,
I demand that much desire.

I ruin your days,
Your nights are no longer yours.
Love tastes like brandy-poison mix,
It is not pure.

You reek of desperation,
Your blood boils often.
You write letters with blood,
Only to bury them in an empty coffin.

Neither your body,
Nor your mind makes sense.
I treat you as a lover,
But I call you a friend.

When you grab me by my waist,
I stare into your eyes.
I’m your salvation,
The woman who can listen to your silent cries.

I leave you half-thirsty,
I’m that unfinished prose,
You hate the idea of love now,
You look for yourself on empty roads.

Still you want a lifetime with me?
Because you like the taste of fire.
I may not be a perfect girl,
I’m the only one you admire.

It’s too late now,
I seep into bones fast.
Don’t regret falling in love with me,
Don’t ever call me your past.

Your friends hate me,
You fight for me too.
You declare us soulmates,
Knowing too well that’s…