Rivers and drains have become silent,
The birds are back to their nest,
The Sun is playing hide and seek,
Reflection of which can be seen in water

Evening is supine,
The red shade of memories have gone dark,
The sound of blowing Conch from the temples could be heard,
The flame of lamps have turned golden

The hoofs of returning cows create clouds of dust,
Everything adds to the vibrant vivid golden red shade of the sky,
The retreat of last rays of twilight announce the coming of night

The longing in the heart goes strong,
With the loud melodious horn of peacock,
Thoughts wander in the heart of the beloved,
For the passion and pain the Evening holds. Jyotsna “Nivedita”

Falling Grace

Book Review ..

A book written by the Author Kunwar Nitin 

Description by Author 

A book with beautiful name and a good message.

A story of a woman who fall in love with a stranger at a place where only Lust can be found. 

The Hero in search of entertainment reaches a hub of call girls and there he find his love and make the woman feel beautiful and bring her dead emotions and trust back through his love ❤️. Those ladies starts believing Krishna in him and the author portrays his love with Krishna and Gopis love. 

He takes the lady to eternity, which brings her back to life and she opens up to the stranger with the story of disgrace she was living like a curse.

The book is full of Emotions , drama, erotica, love and incest at one time makes a lady feel beautiful.
My review:

 Description of the feelings of the lady after being raped is well described. 

In my view there are certain points which doesn’t sound real it gives a feel of pure fiction and Desi masala –  

A mother after being raped by her own Son broken and turns Out to be “Kali “to teach him and his friends a lesson, she changes their sex only when they are slept and toxicated . This sounds a little dramatical because not in real it is so easy . 

The moto of the Author visiting Kolkata is not well described. If the author just visiting the pubs and Bars just for fun and from the prostitutes , he comes straight back to his destination brings him in the custody no less then a flirt,  and a brat who is a play boy who is visiting such places just for fun and women . 

He portraits himself as Krishna, but in real Krishna is no play boy. The foreplay is being compared as Ras leela which might be controversial , though it’s my personal view. 

* I would suggest children under the age of nineteen should not read this book , as the content is for Adults only . 

A wonderful message is conveyed through the book “Rapists shouldn’t be allowed to board any where”.

This book is paisa wasool book , one time read full of different emotions . “Nivedita”

Acid Burns 

I was forced to die ,

But my spirit kept me alive,

rising from the ashes,

Slowly and gradually ,

I will start living again,

the pain of being burned ,

Will heal with time, 

But whenever I will see ,

My reflection in the mirror,

I will be horrified,

Again will feel the same ,

Agony if burns will rise,

Rage will rise,

The blood in my veins,

Will boil like the heat of Sun,

The wounds they gave ,

Will get healed ,

But the scars will remain,

Throughout my Life , 

I will never be the same again .. Nivedita 

P.S. : I hope that such henious act will come to a complete end soon.

Rangilo Rajasthan-2 

Wandering back in memory lane I remember visiting the desert farms  with Dadu, to feed grains to  the peacocks and see them dance with full colour on. 


In the summer vacations , it was a custom to visit Rajasthan with dadu and we were so fond of sleeping under the nacked sky 🌌 on the roof . In the morning we used to get up by the sounds of chirping of birds and screaming of Peacocks. 

They used to shed their feathers and we used to collect them to take along .  

This was a very usual scene around , Peacoks were seen dancing and screaming  in the groups , today they are afraid of us . 

They are invisible ,because Human being have become their enemies .

People are killing them for their meat and beautiful feathers, instead of collecting them when they shed . 

This time I was lucky to have a glance of few of them .

Those have just become memories now as we don’t get to see either of them, Dadu, farms and peacocks. “Nivedita “

Rangilo Rajasthan 

On the festival of Colours “Holi ” bringing the colours of life from the colourful State Rajasthan .. 

The Land of colours, happiness fathoms in the nature.
Music, colours and culture is the essence of the Rural land. Whenever I get a chance to visit I feel not to return back, the chirping of birds and whooshing of wind in the bright Sunlight makes one feel like capturing every minute in your eyes.

Dharti Dhoran Ri .. Land of Sand dunes 

Moochon Walo e Nawab ..:)

Padharo sa Mhare Des🙏 “Nivedita”

Welcome to our Land 🙏”Nivedita” 

Women in India 

Since last few days, I have been thinking that our motherland, ‘Bharat’, is so Magnanimous, Diverse yet unique and simple. 

There are several colourful festivals celebrated in various parts of our vast nation. 

The citizens of our country love and respect for everyone, irrespective of caste, creed or religion and especially for women.Inspite of these so many good values all bad effects of alien culture can be seen a bit here and there. 

GANGOUR(festival) is celebrated in western part of Bharat, in Rajasthan. In Bikaner and Jaipur, one can see , fetes and fun fares being organized, where large number of people gather, to mark the festivity . 

Devi Gangour is a incarnation of Goddess Durga and her husband ,’Ishwarji’ is none other than Lord Shiva. In this festival, girls and women, married or unmarried are seen well-dressed and draped in ethnic jewellery and traditional ornaments . People specially young teenage girls and married women worship Gangour for 16 days with water and durba (holy grass). On the 16th day, the girls are given special treatment by being gifted things like ornaments, delicious food and new clothes.
In Bharat , I observe that most of the festivals are for girls and women , there are only a few occasions which are mostly for men, like HOLI (people put dry or wet colours on each other). Holi is also celebrated by women but not by themselves; generally our males involve them . GANGOUR, NAVRATRI, DURGA ASHTAMI , RAKSHA BANDHAN, TEEJ and KARVA CHOUTH all glorify the women hood.


Sometimes, I see silver lining among grief. In a land where the new born girl child is made to sleep forever or is made to say goodbye from this earth by way of ‘Dudh Piladena’ or by killing in womb, the females are also worshiped as Durga , Lakhsmi , Sharda and by various names.


We have numerous festivals which gives importance to the feminine existence. I take pride in stating that we also have States which provides female dominance in the Society. Our seven sister states of North East India are testimony to it. 

In the state of Meghalaya, the families derive there title from there Mother’s family name. The boy goes to the girl’s house after marriage and help his spouse in household shores and take care of in-laws.


The girls are not confined within the four walls of the house ; they go out to earn there livelihood. In majority of the cases, they are the bread winners. This is a true form of modernity and a beautiful example that if given a chance, the women are second to none and can even perform better than men Mother’s sir name passes to the kids and the property passes to the youngest daughter . This tradition is followed by both the Khasi and Jayantia tribes .


I am glad to bring this up today on the Women’s day , when every one is busy showing the negative side of India fighting for equality for women .


I wish “Ma Bharti ” a Happy women’s day paying my regards to the indebted love and care she has given to me , obliging me by letting me grow on this ancient “Land of Karma and Dharma “in the arms of Mother Nature. “Nivedita”


Add Fizz to life 😍🥂..

Life is just like the bubbles, rising upside in a Fizz drink 🍹. Thoughts and emotions are the small bubbles which keep on bubbling in mind  , rise through our efforts and lead to rise towards success. 

नन्हें बुल्बुलों से उठते मेरे भाव,

तल से ऊपर उठना है स्वभाव ,

ख़ुशियाँ जोड़ूँ, रंगों का एहसास..

बुल्बुलों की तरह जियो ज़िंदगी 

कभी खट्टी ,कभी लाए  मिठास .. “निवेदिता” 🙂