Footprints of Metro Diaries

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If seeing Metro Diaries in the physical form was a dream come true, then the reviews it gathered was nothing less than sheer magic for me. Starting from the ones which praised me a lot to the ones that didn't like it that much each and every review was special in it's own unique way for it meant Metro Diaries is and that's what mattered. I loved the way each one of them took some time out for this book, read it and judged it by what all it had to deliver. And I cannot thank each one of them enough for being so kind to me. None of my friends have even asked for a free copy from me, which speaks a lot about how well they understand an author's life so very well. Like I have said before also, it might not be my best yet but it is a work I am undoubtedly proud of for only one reason. 

When I was writing it I was going through one of the worst phases of life - emotionally, mentally, physically, financially, professionally - in every possible manner. And THIS book was my only saviour. It helped me soar through those sleepless nights when I couldn't sleep a wink out of fear, for this book defined HOPE for me. And that for me is the real triumph against everything else. I wrote because I had nothing else that gave me the respite this did. I wrote love stories because they smelled divine to my broken heart. I wrote Metro Diaries because I didn't know anything else that could soothe my soul the way these stories did. I laughed with the characters, cried with them, fell in love and began living again somewhere in those stories forgetting my own woes. Rest everything else is still like a dream for me.

Sharing some reviews, interviews and spotlights with you, hope you also enjoy reading them just the way I did ~



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