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As the Valentine's Day machine rolls around in February, we bring you a 'different' blogathon: Letters To My Ex
The Valentine’s Day machine rolls around every February, but sometimes, does it also make you think of the loves that didn’t quite work out?
“I wish I could tell you what happened, and why I did what I did, but even I don’t know. All I know is that in that moment, surrounded by everyone we know and love, as we exchanged engagement rings, as our friends cheered, I knew I couldn’t follow it through. I couldn’t do this to us.” – Nikita Singh, Letters To My Ex
Why do some love stories turn out so differently from how we imagine them? Or sometimes, do we fall in love even though we know ‘this isn’t going anywhere’?
Bestselling author Nikita Singh’s latest novel, Letters To My Ex is all about one such dream that falls apart. It’s a great read for anyone who is in love, has been in love or wants to be!
Join Women’s Web & Harper Collins India on a blogathon where we give good ol’ February a little twist – instead of talking about your love life today, we ask you to write a letter to your ex.
Some love stories don’t work out, and that’s okay. Even ‘ex’ stories make a difference to our lives, and perhaps we are who we are because of the loves that have happened to us. Write a letter to your ex (even if you will never send it!) and be a part of our blogathon.
Your letter to your ex could be funny, sentimental, thankful, angry, or anything else you want it to be. Be your creative best, and vent your feelings at the same time! The 8 best posts will be published on Women’s Web this month, February 2018. All 8 writers will receive a signed copy of Nikita Singh’s Letters To My Ex, as well as a Rs.300 Amazon voucher.
Send us your piece to us at [email protected], with #LettersToYourEx in the subject line.
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No matter where one’s fandom lies, if one saw the clip of you visiting your son in jail, the sheer dignity would have one converted to 'being yours'!
I have done enough stuff in my journey making my son and husband often exclaim vexedly, ‘Aap Zara Sa Tham Jao Ji!’
But never in my dreams did I imagine that I would be writing an open crush-puff-piece at this stage of my life!
If the Chitrahaar Gods were especially propitious, they would showcase the song 'Papa Kahte Hain' and she would croon along to the song and wonder with you... where did her future lie?
The magazines called you the ‘Chocolate Boy’ and a little girl in a small town, who loved chocolates, rare as they were in the eighties, fell in love without even realising it. Not yet introduced to the charm of the brooding hero, she found your delectable rasogulla looks enticing enough, at the tender age of ten, to fall head over heels. You see, she had yet to be indoctrinated into the Tall, Dark, Handsome myth. Of course, if she had been a little bit older, she might have thought it was better to take greater note of your lipstick shade than your chocolate boy looks, for looks as they say, are here today and gone tomorrow.
She would wait impatiently for Wednesday and Friday evenings, counting the days in her heart. Come evening, she would be so excited, the spring in her steps would be hard to miss. She would be scared everyone would know the secret in her heart but still she was the first one to plop in front of the television at 8 o’clock promptly. It was the time for Chitrahaar and her only opportunity to gaze at your beautiful unblemished countenance without drawing attention to herself. You see, she carried her love for you like a firefly in her heart, a glow for difficult times.