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  • eishasarkar 8w

    Mad & Moonly: Book 3 of The Goa Saga by Eisha now on Amazon

    In the third and final installment of The Goa Saga, Saysha discovers that she has inherited a $25 million trust fund and a 2% shareholding in Lebedinsky Mining Company. That empowers her to vote and decide the fate of the $780 million company. One man is out there to stop her, her mother's old classmate from Delhi and the largest shareholder in Lebedinsky Mining, Oleg Oblonsky. And only one man can fight Oleg, the twisted genius of her husband, Aeram. She teams up with him and goes to New York to vote in a critical board meeting that will decide the fate of their property and river in Goa.

    Aeram's demons take over his mind and he forcibly kisses Saysha in a park and tells her to remain his wife. Repulsed by his insanity, he then talks of ending his acting career and also his life. James tells Saysha that he cannot leave his brother ever and should she consider marriage to him, she will have to also live with her ex-husband under the same roof. Saysha has the difficult choice of whether she should marry a courageous man like James but remain second on his list of priorities after his brother or should she find a cause of her own and devote her lifetime and funds to it?


    Mad & Moonly https://www.amazon.in/dp/B09J2L2VVY/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_AYYBYA9WHQY1Z09NE55N
    ©eishasarkar

  • eishasarkar 8w

    Shadow & Soul, Book 1 of The Goa Saga by Eisha Sarkar

    Saysha Singh, a beautiful, multiracial young woman from Delhi, meets Aeram Khan, a gorgeous model-actor in college and they fall madly in love with each other. Aeram is the only legal heir of the Albuquerques, a family descended from Afonso de Albuquerque, the sixteenth-century Portuguese statesman and conquistador of Goa. After a few weeks of passionate romance, Saysha gets wary of committing her life to a controlling boyfriend. She leaves him and moves to Shimla. He moves to Mumbai and becomes a very successful actor and entrepreneur.


    Three years later, when he is in Shimla for a shoot, Saysha meets him again and they rekindle their romance in secret until he goes as her date to a masquerade ball where he unexpectedly reveals his identity. Saysha becomes fodder for primetime TV news. Aeram brings her back to Delhi with the help of his gay half-brother and stunt-double, James Albuquerque. After persuading her father, an army officer, Aeram and Saysha marry in court. Aeram and James strive to protect her privacy and dignity at all cost. However, living under the shadow of her famous husband makes a dent in Saysha's self-esteem and she tries to carve her own identity.


    When Saysha finds out that James loves Aeram, she initially is shocked but gradually realises that of the two, James is the better man. She is attracted towards him in spite of his sexual orientation. Aeram gets jealous of their friendship but cannot get rid of James. In a graveyard in Goa, Saysha discovers there is more to Aeram and James's bond than what they show.



    Now available on Amazon Kindle
    ©eishasarkar

  • eishasarkar 8w

    Gone Goa Gone: Book 2 of The Goa Saga by Eisha Sarkar

    In the Age of Discovery, there were three identical crosses. Portugal’s King Manuel I had bestowed one on Vasco da Gama, who discovered the sea route to India. The second he had bestowed on Pedro Álvares Cabral, who discovered Brazil, and the third on Afonso de Albuquerque who established the Portuguese hegemony in the Indian Ocean. Over the centuries two of the crosses have disappeared. Probably they’re hidden away in some antique collectors’ vaults. The third hangs around James’s neck.


    A clause put in by an ancestor during the Inquisition in Goa prevents Aeram, a practising Muslim, from inheriting Richard Albuquerque's estates. Only his Christian son, James, can claim the title even though he was born out of wedlock. When Aeram presents Richard's will in court, Daniel Albuquerque aka Danny (Richard's cousin) contests the claim. James and Aeram battle the demons of their past to take on Danny and the very powerful Archbishop Patrick to save their estates.


    When Aeram and Saysha go to New York, they accidentally meet Igor Lebedinsky, a young intern at Aeram's agent's office. Saysha discovers that he's the son of Alexandre Lebedinsky, the mining tycoon from Moscow and brother of her deceased birth-mother.


    Saysha realizes that James is not an ordinary stuntman. Even her very rich and powerful husband is scared of him. In the forests around the Albuquerque villa on the banks of the Mandovi river, James finally shows her why the property means much more than mere inheritance.

    Now on Amazon Kindle
    ©eishasarkar

  • biha_soundarya 10w

    I smiled at the snow white beaches
    I smelled those breezy air
    I saw my skin turned tanned through the sun gazes
    I tasted those delicious food and chocolate éclair

    My toes wiggle in glee feeling the melting sand
    My hair dances to the beat of the sea breeze wind
    My body kissed by the sunray strand
    My eyes gleam to the ocean viands

    It was just a dream after all
    It was just a dream that I smiled in bliss
    It was just a dream that I could smell it all
    It was just a dream that to Goa I travelled... in my dreams

    Heart : What do you think of my travel poem?
    Conscience : It's amazing! I could literally imagined it.
    Heart : I hope I get to travel soon very soon!

    **And so she wrote a travel poem, a manifestation of what she wants badly and she hopes when the international borders open soon, she will be physically there instead of her continous travelling in her mind. And so she will**

    #pod #tod_wt #writersbay @miraquill #miraquill @mirakeeworldwidewriter @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #wod #mirakee
    #travel #goa #beach #dream #ocean

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    To Goa I travelled...in my dreams

    ©biha_soundarya

  • svalekhn 24w

    मैंने पूछा वक़्त से-
    कि तुम थोड़ा ठहर क्यों नहीं जाते ।

    तो वक़्त मुस्कुराता हुआ बोला-

    बेटा मैं रुक गया अगर ।
    तो तेरी ज़िंदगी में कुछ नया नहीं हो पाएगा ।।
    एक पल तू होगा उदास ।
    तो दूसरे पल कैसे तू मुस्कुराएगा ।।
    विदित मित्तल
    @svalekhn @writersnetwork
    #svalekhn #hindiquotes #writer #poetry #poet #happiness #feeling #timeflies #Waqt
    #poetrycommunity #wordporn
    #delhi #ahmedabad #banglore #rajasthan #jaipur #indore #ranchi #assam #kolkata #dehradun #manali #jammu #himachal #punjab #gawalior #jhasi #nainital #mumbai #pune #raipur #goa #sikkim #nepal

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    मैंने पूछा वक़्त से-
    कि तुम थोड़ा ठहर क्यों नहीं जाते ।

    तो वक़्त मुस्कुराता हुआ बोला-

    बेटा मैं रुक गया अगर ।
    तो तेरी ज़िंदगी में कुछ नया नहीं हो पाएगा ।।
    एक पल तू होगा उदास ।
    तो दूसरे पल कैसे तू मुस्कुराएगा ।।
    विदित मित्तल

    ©svalekhn

  • svalekhn 37w

    Thankyou everyone for supporting.
    Today we have completed our one year and all the credit goes to all my readers and followers.
    Tag your friends and biginner writing friends and encourage them to write more ��.
    Lots of love....❣️

    लिखना हमने शुरू किया था ।
    शौक शौक में पेज बना था ।।
    स्वलेखन मेने नाम रखा था ।
    सबने नाम को पसंद किया था ।।
    तब नहीं पता था कि,
    लिखना एक आदत बन जाएगा ।
    नहीं पता था,
    हमारा स्वलेख सबको इतना पसंद आएगा।।
    शुकरिया उन सबका जिसने प्यार दिया ।
    शुरु से आखिर तक जिसने भी साथ दिया ।।
    आज हमने पूर्ण एक साल किया ।
    छोटा सा परिवार हमने अपने नाम किया ।।
    विदित मित्तल

    @svalekhn @svalekhn
    #svalekhn #hindipoetry #oneyearanniversary
    #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #wordporn
    #delhi #ahmedabad #banglore #rajasthan #jaipur #indore #ranchi #assam #kolkata #dehradun #manali #jammu #himachal #punjab #gawalior #jhasi #nainital #mumbai #pune #raipur #goa #sikkim #nepal

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    ©svalekhn

  • svalekhn 41w

    Tag all your friends, comment if you feel motivated....

    मुश्किलें आती रहेगी ।
    तुझे खूब सताती रहेंगी ।।

    तेरे में है अगर हौसला,
    मुश्किलों से रूबरू होने का ।
    तो कामयाबी तेरे से हाथ मिलाती रहेगी।।
    मुश्किलें तो आती रहेंगी ।
    तुझे खूब सताती रहेगी ।।

    तू रुकना मत एक मुक़ाम पाकर ।
    तू थकना मत मुश्किलों से हार कर ।।
    क्योंकि तेरी कामयाबी देखकर ।
    लोगो की सुलगती रहेगी ।।
    दुनियाँं बहुत मतलबी है दोस्तो,
    वह और सुलगाती रहेगी।।
    लेकिन तुम रुकना मत कभी,
    क्योंकि तेरी मेहनत देखकर ।
    तेरे माता-पिता की रूह मुस्कुराती रहेगी ।।
    विदित मित्तल
    @svalekhn @svalekhn @svalekhn
    #svalekhn #motivationalquotes #motivation #encouragementquotes #poetrycommunityofinstagram #wordporm #hardworkpaysoff�� #positivevibe #dontdoubtyourself
    #delhi #ahmedabad #banglore #jaipur #indore #ranchi #assam #kolkata #dehradun #manali #jammu #himachal #punjab #gawalior #jhasi #nainital #mumbai #pune #raipur #goa #bihar

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    ©svalekhn

  • himanshu_mumbai 45w

    An Ode To Goa (Part IV)

    The old hack Michael who lived in Mapusa,
    Went each morning for fishing in a trawler.
    He earned little, but bothered not an iota.
    All that he sought was a cool sundowner.

    He loved wife Rosy- lively and pretty.
    They lived in a cottage with retro decor.
    Rosy cooked fish curry with local recipe,
    Served with bread delivered by hawker.

    They found their mojo every Christmas,
    When Michael gifted new gown to Rosy,
    And escorted her to the village bash,
    Where till dawn they danced like crazy.

    In oversized half-shirt and rumpled shorts,
    He visited football ground outside village.
    From touchline he cheered playing hordes,
    Recalling  how he played in his young days.

    Michael and Rosy suffered no worries,
    As they ever remained grateful to God .
    Their beautiful world knew not vanity,
    Nestled quietly in a green boulevard.

    #goa , #nature , @writersnetwork , @mirakee
                            

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    An Ode to Goa (Part IV)

    The old hack Michael who lived in Mapusa,
    Went each morning for fishing in a trawler.
    He earned little, but bothered not an iota.
    All that he sought was a cool sundowner.

                            
    ©himanshu_mumbai

  • himanshu_mumbai 45w

    An Ode to Goa ( Part III)

    The towering church across paddy field,
    With ornate spire and opulant arcade ,
    Is a joy to watch and a pleasure to yield ,
    Glowing with prayers - said and unsaid.


    Life is woven around majestic churches,
    Dotting the landscape awash with beauty.
    Ethereal was the view from old bridges,
    On the elegant rivers drifting to the sea.


    Many times , I woke up from reverie,
    To the chimes of bell at church tower ,
    Throbbing in air in rhythm leisurely,
    Echo of which returned over and over.


    Sunday mass was a special occasion ,
    When Churches saw a stream of people,
    Wearing a mien that exuded devotion,
    Greeting each other in style congenial.

    #goa, #churches #nature, #writersnetwork

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    An Ode to Goa (Part III)

    The towering church across paddy field,

    With ornate spire and opulant arcade ,

    Is a joy to watch and a pleasure to yield ,

    Glowing with prayers - said and unsaid.
    ©himanshu_mumbai

  • himanshu_mumbai 46w

    An Ode To Goa (Part II)

    How pleasant it was to walk barefoot,

    Leaving footprint on the damp surface.

    Picking up pebbles incredibly smooth,

    Crafted by nature with amazing brlliance.


    The seashells at shore, in oval chamber,

    Guard the ancient secrets of marine world.

    The song of sea with melodious quiver ,

    Rises from shells when wind is on roll.


    I fondly remember my first scuba dive,

    To the bottom of sea with lovely corals.

    It is home to fishes in sparkling stripes,

    Making merry around drowsy octopus.


    A boat trip in sea is etched in memory,

    For the splendid view of Goan coastline.

    A pair of dolphin jumped topsy turvy,

    While enjoying to hilt winter sunshine.


    The roads of Goa winding in greenery ,

    And offering a view infinitely serene,

    Is a treat for riders who enjoy velocity

    And wishes to feel rush of adrenaline .


    Such sceneries as seen while on mission,

    To see the virgin and far flung beaches,

    Guarded by hills with unflinching passion,

    Can't be told by letters and speeches.

    #Goa, #seashell , #waves , #nature , @writersnetwork

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    An Ode to Goa (Part 2)

    The seashells at shore, in oval chamber,

    Guard the ancient secrets of marine world.

    The song of sea with melodious quiver ,

    Rises from shells when wind is on roll

    ©himanshu_mumbai

  • himanshu_mumbai 46w

    An Ode to Goa (Part l)
    O Goa! What a joy to be at your shores,

    Chilling at thine beaches under the Sun,

    Buffeted playfully by your water azure,

    While gutsy wind contributes to the fun.


    How I cherish the memory of joyful days,

    Spent at an enclave close to waterfront.

    How I long for hours at popular getaways,

    Where gaiety formed strong undercurrent.


    The beaches sported carnival atmosphere,

    With massive crowd during tourist season.

    The lilting music with a pint of frothy beer,

    Was the easiest way to discover elation.


    The bath at your beach was like a holy dip,

    Which rejuvenated the soul, mind and body.

    The surging waves took one cavalier leap,

    Before it lost steam at water periphery.


    When the evening Sun in crimson glory,

    Painted the sea with luminous hues .

    The view from beach was just heavenly ,

    Too scenic , too panoramic to be true.


    How can I forget those twilight hours,

    Spent at a lively tavern at a Goan beach.

    Having a candlelight dinner in open air,

    As roar of sea met the bollywood beats.


    Game of football is the foremost passion,

    That pulls the heart string of every class.

    The bars of town have lengthy session,

    On spectacular goal and perfect pass.


    ©himanshu_mumbai

    #goa , #nature , #waves , @writersnetwork

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    An Ode to Goa (Part I)

    How can I forget those twilight hours,

    Spent at a lively tavern at a Goan beach.

    Having a candlelight dinner in open air,

    As roar of sea met the bollywood beats.

  • svalekhn 49w

    Tag your loved ones, frnds in love, couples, lets boost their courage.

    जब वक्त़ खराब हो इंसान का,
    तो क्या कसूर इस संसार का ।
    जब साथ हो एक मजबूत परिवार का,
    तो डर नहीं किसी भी बात का ।
    जब किया नहीं कुछ गलत,
    तो डर है किस बात का ।
    चाहे हाथ हो वह कानून का,
    या हो किसी आम इंसान का ।
    जब वक्त खराब हो इंसान का,
    तो क्या कसूर इस संसार का ।





    वक्त़ खराब है, वह इंसान खराब नहीं।
    कल वह कुछ भी बन सकता है,
    क्योंकि, वक्त़ किसी का गुलाम नहीं।
    कोशिश करो, हाथ सही कर्म के लिए उठे,
    गलत के लिए नहीं।
    कोशिश करो,
    मुंह से दुआ निकले,
    धमकियां नहीं।
    क्योंकि...

    जिस दिन वक्त बदल गया
    उस इंसान का,
    तो भगवान से बड़ा कोई कानून नहीं।
    जिस दिन वक्त बदल गया
    उस इंसान का,
    तो भगवान से बड़ा कोई कानून नहीं।
    विदित मित्तल
    @svalekhn @hindi_panktiyaan
    @unerasepoetry @thepoetryhousee @writersnetwork
    #svalekhn #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #wordporn #love
    #couplegoals #lovequotes #relationshipgoals #delhi #ahmedabad #banglore #rajasthan #jaipur #indore #ranchi #kolkata #dehradun #manali #jammu #himachal #punjab #gawalior #jhasi #nainital #mumbai #pune #raipur #goa #sikkimdiaries

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    ©svalekhn

  • svalekhn 50w

    गलतियांँ भी होंगी,
    और तु गलत भी समझा जाएगा।
    यह जिंदगी है दोस्त तारीफ भी होगी,
    तो तूझे कभी कोसा भी जाएगा।
    मुझे तो मिले हैं जिंदगी में,
    कुछ दोस्त जो मुझे समझते हैं।
    सबर रख कोई तुझे भी,
    अपना कहने वाला जरूर आएगा।
    अगर नहीं आए कोई,
    तो ज्यादा सोचना मत सीधा चले आना।
    हम यही है बस कॉल करने में,
    ज्यादा समय मत लगाना।
    विदित मित्तल

    Svalekhn #svalekhn
    #yqbaba #yqdidi #hindiquotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #goals #poetrycommunity #wordporn @writersnetwork
    #delhi #ahmedabad #banglore #rajasthan #jaipur #indore #ranchi #assam #kolkata #dehradun #manali #jammu #himachal #punjab #gawalior #jhasi #nainital #mumbai #pune #raipur #goa #sikkim #nepal
    success #successmindset
    #successquotes #hardworkpaysoffs #positivevibes #encouragement #wafentrepreneurs #dontdoubtyourself #action

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    ©svalekhn

  • svalekhn 52w

    ©svalekhn

  • hiddensoul 56w

    We don't want such development..
    Ecology is dying..
    We don't want the development in
    the cost of thousands of trees..
    birds.. animals..
    We want sustainable development..

    #deforestation #nature #animals #birds
    #change #goa #pearloftheorient

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    We don't want..

    ©hiddensoul

  • dondee 63w

    The daily BREAD

    Hi there
    Did you know that when it is raining and very windy, the pao (bread) makers do not make what they are supposed to - The Humble Pao, taught to the ancestors by our former colonial masters, the Portuguese.
    Yes, this is something I discovered last night.
    Have you been to these bakers?
    It's usually a dinghy room with just one light bulb and a few banyan clad men sweating around a wood fired brick oven, rolling dough and pulling out baked bread from the oven.
    The room is not what you would want to make love in but the smell of freshly baked bread invokes the same hormones in your brain I think‍♂, 'coz that's the way I feel when I visit them bakers.
    So, there's this baker place that's on the way home at Cortalim.
    And like all the bread men of the world, these men are on permanent night shift baking the night away to give you the breakfast pao.
    Finding the door closed last night was jolting for me. Because door closed means no bread. No bread means hunger night 'coz I had already opened my big mouth and announced at home that I do not need your rice or chapati. I will bring my own bread
    Door closed but the light is ON inside and I can hear murmurs. So, I ask, Poie asa? (Bread available, in Konkani)
    Naa, the voice behind the door says. This can't be, he is lying. How can there be no bread? So, I ask Aldrich to have a word. He is good in conversing, hence the request.
    No Pao tonight, he tells Aldrich.
    Why, he asks? When it is raining heavily and it is windy, we do not knead the dough because the moisture in the air spoils it.
    Nothing much we could do but sulk and go home. Live another day or should I say night for fresh bread.
    Thankfully, the late night restaurant in Margao didn't have the same baker thoughts and gave me a cheese garlic naan to accompany the dal curry and fried fish made at home
    ©dondee

  • kelvinchippu98 67w

    Those Deep Conversations , Messages , Memories to an Extent Watered my Eyes as Those Memories live in my Hearts .
    ©kelvin_mathew98

  • devdoo 71w

    Rafael Dassault

    ©devdoo

  • muted_soul 82w

    When tsumyoki said:
    "Let me stroke your head tell you it's alright"
    I really want to feel this...

  • dondee 88w

    Covid -19 Diaries

    What a harrowing time we all are going through!
    Shops closed.
    Roads blocked.
    The morning rush to search for that one gutsy grocery store or vegetable guy who'd open his store for the panic stricken public looking for something, actually anything to take home.
    And now you know why I was feeling kinda proud early morning today when I found that pao guy and bought me some 'katri' pao.I guess this is how a lioness feels when she hunts down a gazelle for her family.
    And with this pao uplift, I was planning to scavenge for some greens.
    That's when that stupid scooter decides to strike out.
    I said to myself this can't be happening. Not in the middle of this? What am I going to do?
    At times like this, when I don't know what to do or things are beyond me, there's this one number I dial. But I know when I press the call button, I will never get a straight answer but help I will get.
    As predicted, the arse tells me that he can't pick me up coz the cops will pick him up. I start fretting. All me other buddies are not the early riser kind of people. I don't think they have seen the sunrise in a year. And as me is going through my contact list to find that elusive good samaritan who'd come to my aid, my phone lights up - Potato calling.
    He tells me it was a joke. Just wait there, give me 5, I will pick you up.
    Pick me up he did. He also wouldn't have me park the scooter in some other part of town. So, with his foot he pushed my bike whilst riding his, all the way back to his home.
    Thank you, Potato.
    I wish you wouldn't do your jokes. You don't know how many expletives I said, which I now have to shift + delete.
    We had a good time today. We bought melons, coconuts, radishes.
    Taunted those vegetable women for fleecing us, rather he did the taunting, as I tried to look the other way. He also showed me a secret makeshift shop that just opened up during these scavenger days to help us buy groceries at a premium ofcourse.
    Now, I am back home richer by a few veggies, bread and a melon.
    But no scooter.
    Err..Potato, can you find me a mechanic?
    ©dondee