Writer Anuj

“Next question please” first time he skipped the moment. He saw one more raised hand, the hand of a girl with two bangles, whose sound is very familiar to him. The frequency of this sound seems to match with the frequency of his heart beat… she was Shona. She started speaking as his eyes asked her, “Kabir, I don’t know what wrong is happening with me from last two months. Two months before, I was having a target; my M.D entrance exam. For last 5 years, I was having that target, it kept me working, it kept me moving. It never let me feel tired; it never let my passion left my body. But now I am aimless, now I don’t jump up from bed when I wake up in the morning, now I keep lying in bed without sleep. The work, I used to do as a prayer- treating my patients, now I can’t focus on that also. Now it also seems a burden to me. That target left a vacant space inside me. I don’t find anything that much worth to fill it. I know I need to set a new target but problem is, there is nothing ...

watch videos here Hey, Somya… call me when you are free… need your help… I am completely messed up!!! I saw the above text message on my phone when I reached home around 10 pm from office. It was from my friend Kabir. He is a writer so he messed up most of the time. If this message would be some else’s then I might call them right at the moment thinking that there might be some emergency. But I know Kabir and his messing up. He is a person who would not say I am messed up when he is in a problem, he says this when he is messed up with his words. So I took my time changed and had dinner and then called him.  “Hello, Kabir… how are you? What happened?” “I need your help Somya…” O god! not even a ‘Hello’! He is such a… Ok, leave it! He is like this. “Yeah say, Kabir.” “Listen Somya, I was writing something and I am completely lost now. I will give you a topic and you have to write on it. You have to pour everything in it whatever you think, know and feel about it.” He was...

I hate myself sir...what should i do? . . Hello Giya…                     See it is simple. I will be very straight forward because I think you can understand. Ok listen. You are beautiful Giya. Actually you are the Beauty. I want you to know that. So you don’t let anyone to destroy this Beauty. Now-a-days we hardly find ‘a girl’. Girls are not girls, they are like boys. They destroy their beauty in being like boy or in being against boys. In both cases they end up losing their beauty. And the word ‘girl’ without beauty is meaningless. Like a body without soul. And till now you are a Girl. You are the only in the school who is real girl, who is having the real beauty. I want you to love yourself. Maximum girls realize this when some boy love them. But that is sometimes too late. So you have to love yourself. Your love will make you more beautiful. This world will be more beautiful beca...

#Rahul          I am not a reader by choice... And by experience, it is the second novel I read after Cohelo's-'The Alchemist'..I loved 'The Alchemist' very much.. And to my judgement, I agree it being judgement of an inexperienced..'A Girl in Love with A Beggar' gave me better insight to Human perception, philosophy and psychology...!! Thank You  Anuj Arjun  for such a beautiful work..!! #Priyanshi  Its juzzz awsm sir... everytym i read it ... i feels lyk woww!!!! N yeah hw cn i frget tht very first it ws read by me... though it ws given to me partwise by u... evn thn if u rmember i ws very curious fr the nxt part to b given... as u knw tht i am very mch intrstd in literature...  I didn't knew tht u wr gng to introduce it as ur first novel... n yeah its really really superb sir... N once agn a huge congratz to u  ‪#‎ Anuj_sir‬ ..  #Pankaj             A Girl In love With A Beggar is...

A Foreigner Beauty…                           She was wearing bashfulness in her absolute smile, in lock of her hair which were trying hard not to let me see her full moon face. Bashfulness was in her soft and noiseless but still understandable voice. My eyes were praying for her beauty while she was trying pose for pic. Her eyes were hesitating for eye contact. Her eyes were hiding her behind them. She raised her eyelashes for a moment for pic, Just once, and weather of counght place became more romantic with her smile. My fingers still annoyed with me for not letting them move on her face.

This is the story of a 24 year old girl; SHONA, who is doctor by profession and by heart, and fortunately falls in love with a Beggar. This is the soul of the story that how a well educated girl falls in love with a Beggar. And how can it be so strong in one month that it will become the matter of life and death for her? And she didn’t fall actually; she kept on falling in the eternal depths of his love and wisdom… yes that Beggar is full of wisdom, that Beggar is 22 year old KABIR.  Kabir kept opening himself to her as they move further in story. First Shona took him to a place  to talk where she asked him that thousands of girls pass from there where he sit to beg and play his flute, and everyone listen voice of his flute and everyone can see wisdom in his smile and in his long beard. Then why only she is so much attracted towards him. Why only she falls in love with him, why not any other girl. And Kabir introduced her with one law of nature by his words which satisfy he...

 I also want a family but not at the cost of my freedom.... I want father's support and his strength in my arms but not at the cost of freedom to do anything on my own.... I want mother's love and her prayers in my destiny  but not at the cost of freedom to choose my destiny.... I want father's wisdom but not at the cost of freedom to ask for justification of that wisdom... I want mother's food at dinner but not at the cost of freedom to being late at dinner... I want father's hand patting on my back when i win but not at the cost of freedom to loose... I want mother's comment on my looks but not at the cost of freedom to dont-care-about-looks feel... I want father to help me to find out whats good and bad, not to tell me whats good and bad.... I want mother to throw me form hill to learn flying not to hide me in her wings in fear of loosing me... I want father patting on my back when i loose... I want mother kissing my forehead when i ask questions... I want...