A New Season : TAB.com

What’s new?

Well, to start with, the domain is commercial(.com) now, and the blog shall be updated with new content regularly. So if you were about to give up on us, just wait for a few more weeks and we bet you won’t be disappointed.

Other than the usual(conventional) stuff, we’re planning to launch some new themes and projects. What can you expect? The following picture pretty much sums it up.

A New Season Content

Don’t worry, there would be more. There are a few more concepts that are under the developmental stage. So don’t settle, there’s always scope for some more.

If you have any ideas that you would like to share with us, feel free to drop in a mail at theauthorsblogg@gmail.com (Oh! The redundant ‘g’). You can also collaborate with us in our future projects. Reveal your interest by dropping us a mail. We’ll get in touch with you ASAP.

Enjoy the day and stay connected. Have a great week ahead.

With regards,
Team TAB

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5 Story Prompts giving you the whole story: #5 Mondays with Abhishek

Mondays With Abhishek

In my last post of Mondays with Abhishek I suggested some story starters potent enough to give you the whole story idea. In this post I would suggest some story prompts including characters or a character and a prop or a character and a place. Give it second to think before you move to the next one and imagine a story using these combinations.

  • Insomniac and a alarm clock
  • Porn star and kindergarten
  • Fashion photographer and a acid attack victim
  • A Deaf man and a unloved musician
  • A chemo-therapist , hair stylist and a struggling actor

The Endless Victory

The Endless Victory

Tension grew gradually with temperature. The wind had ceased its blissful dance a few minutes back leaving the environment blank and humid. A little bead of sweat rolled down his left cheek leaving a trail behind. An aching leg coupled with heavy breathing made it difficult to focus on the mission. After a nasty chase, the culprit was finally in sight, hiding behind the large water tank on the rooftop.

He took a deep breath and started moving slowly & swiftly towards the crook, careful not to attract the unwanted attention. However, the awfully quite environment did not play along. The crook felt his presence & an escape plan was immediately in motion. But determined as he was, pursuit followed. With quick big steps, he caught up with the crook within a few seconds. The restricted surrounding of the roof did not actually make it a hot pursuit area. But the crook wasn’t ready to give up that easily. Making a quick sharp turn, the crook turned and kicked his right hand, launching his handgun in a parabolic motion a few yards away.

A dramatic fight followed. A few light punches here and some loose grapples there. With an unprecedented move, he finally managed to kick his way out. He quickly reached for his gun, picked it up and faced the crook with a satisfied smile.

“You are under arrest Gopi!” he finally declared, panting heavily. The crook still lay on the floor with a dissatisfied look.

“Hahaha… I finally caught you… I won!” he continued with excitement.

“Yeah… Whatever! I let you win!” the crook said in a rusty voice, dipped in defeat and anger.

“Now it is your turn to be the police and my turn to be the thief. I bet you won’t be able to catch me this time.”

“I will just count till 10” the recently turned policeman said taking the toy gun from his hand.

So they go on, one against the other, exchanging roles and victories. Their dedication to win surpassing their loss of defeat. The loser does not actually lose anything, but the winner takes it all.

 

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THIS STORY IS A PART OF A COMPETITION ‘TAB WAR’ ORGANISED BY THE AUTHOR’s BLOG. THE CORE MEMBERS OF THE AUTHOR’s BLOG ARE COMPETING AGAINST EACH OTHER THROUGH THEIR STORIES. A STORY WILL BE PUBLISHED EACH DAY BY OUR CORE MEMBERS. THERE ARE THREE COMPETITORS AND HENCE THERE WILL BE SIX STORIES IN ONE WEEK.

READERS ARE REQUESTED TO REVIEW THIS STORY AND RATE IT OUT OF FIVE. READERS COMMENTING ON ALL SIX STORIES WILL BE AWARDED BY ASSURED GIFTS. THE RESULT WILL BE DECLARED AT THE END OF THIS WEEK.

THANK YOU! HAPPY READING.

TAB War

A RADIO… BY SANDEEP SHARMA – SHORT STORY

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His eyes were glued to that clock hanging on the opposite wall. ‘Ten minutes remaining’, he thought. He could hear three different voices pretty clearly at that moment; the screeching voice of the rocking chair on which he was resting, the slow momentary revolving of the ceiling fan that produces only an illusion of air being thrown and the tick-tock of the wall clock.

‘Five more minutes’. He coughed, adjusted his spectacles and slowly tried to stand on his feet. His 68 years old body ached on holding his 42 kg of weight. Somehow, he had dealt with the pain and went straight in the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He gulped down in a hurry with shaking hands. He again focused his stare on the wall clock.

‘2 more minutes.’ A slight smile appeared on his lips. Slowly he reached the wardrobe, opened it and pulled out that old Radio; the radio which was his only companion in that empty ‘lifeless’ house.

He switched on the radio, adjusted the frequency and waited for her on the rocking chair.

“Good Evening Agra…… Today we will….” She spoke through the radio. Instantly he closed his eyes to enjoy those 4 hours of her voice. Now for him, all other voices had no meaning. The only happiness, the only light in the dark cave, the only string of attachment left for him to live was that girl’s voice on his old radio.

Those 4 hours were everything for him. That voice on the radio was like a time portal for him. His door to escape from the reality and reliving those days, days which he spent with her, days he would cherish forever.

“And now the final song of the night is…..” 4 hours had passed and the moment had arrived. “So good night Agra, we’ll meet up again……” He left his rocking chair, forwarded towards the radio and put his hand over the top of it, as if giving his blessings to someone and said, “Good night Babu. Stay blessed.” He switched off the radio, placed it in the wardrobe again and headed towards the bed.

The life was never the same for him; it never does for anyone. He had a family; a beautiful wife, an obedient son and homely daughter in law. But the one with whom he had the best relationship was Pooja, his grand-daughter.

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“Dada, please make my father stop. I don’t want to leave you.” Pooja pleaded in front of him. His son had got a promotion in his job and with that promotion came a posting too. It was difficult for him too to break the 15 year old bond which he had with Pooja but there was no other option as well.

“Arre Babu, Delhi is not that far from here. Just 5 hours journey. I’ll be visiting my Babu in every few weeks. I’ll also……….” Pooja was furious then. She never expected her Dada to behave like that. She wanted her Dada to at least try.

“Leave it Dada. Good Night.” Pooja said. If this would be a normal day, she would have waited for her Dada’s blessing but that day wasn’t a normal one. She left but he did raise his right hand and blessed her, “Good Night Babu. Stay Blessed.”

Next day, three of them left leaving him and his wife alone in the home of five. They left in a car but never reached Delhi, their destination. The old man was expecting a phone call from his son informing about their safe arrivals but nothing came. The only thing which came was the news that the car faced an accident on the highway and all the occupants died on the spot. That news shook the old man but attacked his wife’s heart. She died the next day because of heart attack.

Within two days, his family shattered all together. He could see nothing; it was as if walking through the dark cave. The only thing he could see was the ceiling fan and a saree of his wife. He was ready to leave the world of millions because he could not bear the pain of living alone.

He was ready for suicide but god had some other will. No one knows how that old Radio started to speak. It was heavenly broadcast, may be just for him because dead people never speaks on public broadcast and that too on Radio. He was amazed to hear Pooja’s voice on that Radio.

Finally he could see a ray of hope to live in the dark cave of his own existence.

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2 more minutes.’ He read the wall clock. His body was aching a lot, more than usual. He coughed and continued coughing till his own breath lost control over its functioning. Slowly, keeping the balance on both the legs he moved towards the wardrobe and grabbed the radio. Switched on, adjusted the frequency and waited for Pooja’s voice. He coughed again, vigorously this time. Some blood appeared on his hand which was on his mouth.

“Good Evening Agra…..” The radio turned alive. “Today we’ll be doing something crazy; the thing which we haven’t done before. We’ll be calling some random telephone numbers from here and will have some fun. So are you ready…..” She kept on talking. He was enjoying the show but was also losing his control over his own breathing too. Something was wrong. He could feel coldness, numbness and blankness. A sudden fear getting replaced with sudden calmness.

He fell off the chair. Finally, he knew what was happening. He was ready for it; ready to surrender his life in the hands of death. He closed his eyes and waiting to see the ultimate brightness. But on that particular moment his phone started to ring. A last wish emerged in the dying heart. He could hear the radio’s voice; someone’s phone was ringing there too. Pooja called me?

The calmness disappeared and fear took over. ‘I want to attend this call’. He pushed himself up and while panting and coughing covered his final steps and reached the phone. He picked the receiver and fell down on the ground.

“Dada….” Pooja said. He smiled, few tears rolled down his eyes, “Good Night Dada. We miss you here.”

“Good Night Babu. Stay Blessed.” He said and with a smile on his face, left his body.

The voice over the radio continued talking to some other random guy.

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THIS STORY IS A PART OF COMPETITION ‘TAB WAR’ ORGANISED BY THE AUTHOR’s BLOG. THE CORE MEMBERS OF THE AUTHOR’s BLOG ARE COMPETING AGAINST EACH OTHER THROUGH THEIR STORIES. A STORY WILL BE PUBLISHED EACH DAY BY ONE CORE MEMBER. THERE ARE THREE COMPETITORS HENCE THERE WILL BE SIX STORIES IN ONE WEEK.

READERS ARE REQUESTED TO REVIEW THIS STORY AND RATE IT OUT OF FIVE. READERS COMMENTING ON ALL SIX STORIES WILL BE AWARDED BY ASSURED GIFTS. THE RESULT WILL BE DECLARED AFTER THE COMPETITION IS OVER.

THANK YOU! HAPPY READING.

TAB War

    

 

The Majestic Lion

The Majestic Lion

Bright sunlight illuminated the CENTRAL ZOO as the gentle wind carried the withered leaves across the paved paths. The autumn break brought a whole lot of people to the zoo because of the amazing weather coupled with pressing holidays. The zoo authority celebrated this period as a mega carnival event. The whole zoo was dressed in bright and beautiful colors. The sounds of various animals filled the ambience with an unusual energy.

Various stage shows featuring some of the very talented animals of the zoo were organized along the length and breadth of zoo. Some of them featured apes, some featured parrots & there was a ‘Dolly the Dolphin’ special. But there was one show which attracted people in hundreds and thousands. The show was fairly popular among teenagers, and the kids loved it. Spotlight show of the carnival, ‘The Majestic Lion’.

The majestic lion was staged twice a day because of its excessive popularity. The morning show remained fairly crowded but the evening show acted as people-magnet. The show featured one of the biggest cats one has ever seen. That 5 feet high cat was called Tim. Tim was particularly the favorite of the ringmaster as he was quite obedient and pretty harmless, until unless infuriated of course. He did bruise his caretakers every now and then because of his large body but never injured anyone critically.

The act seemed like any other act involving lions but the presence of ‘BIG TIM’ made it majestic. The act was performed on a ground set rather than an elevated stage. The whole setup was designed in a way such that it looked like a jungle scenery. The audience was seated in a semi-circular ascending stairs arrangement. There was no barrier or boundary separating the performing ground and the audience, which added to the thrill.

The act starts with soft music. A small family is shown camping peacefully in the woods. Few moments later, their camp is attacked by a group of dacoits. The dacoits start killing the family members and taking their belongings. Soon one of them spots a small kid hiding in one of the shady tents. The dacoits encircle him, stealing glances, as who should finish him. That is when the ringmaster, seated on an elevated platform, fires a gun-shot in the air. From a large opening in the rock setting just around the tress, jump-enters Tim with an alarming roar. All the bandits are terrified on seeing the giant cat and starts running here and there to escape the big beast’s wrath. Tim gives another loud roar to the panic-stricken dacoits, pounces at one or two, carefully pushing them aside and when all of them run away from the scene in a jiffy, Tim looks at the small kid and starts walking slowly towards him. Tim stops right in front of the kid, looks at him for a little while and then raises his front-right leg in air. The small kid shuts his eyes in terror. Tim lightly places his paw on the kid’s left shoulder. The kid opens his eyes and looks at the great cat standing in front of him. They both maintain eye contact for a few moments. The kid’s terror-stricken face upholds a beautiful smile as Tim bends down in front of him. The small kid jumps on his back. Tim faces the audience and delivers another loud roar and with the kid on his back sprawls towards the same rock opening. Just before entering the artificial cave Tim stops, looks back at the audience, roars one last time and then enters the artificial cave leading to the backstage arena. The act is followed by different stunts and acts by Tim, some of which are coupled with the kid.

But this act was different. The crowd assembled as usual on the semi-circular ascending stairs and the show started as usual. But the environment was filled with bizarre motility. The dacoits entered the scene and started doing what they were good at; acting. The excited audience watched keenly, desperately waiting for the majestic lion. Some of them were familiar with the show but most of them were watching it for the first time. Suddenly everyone’s attention diverted as three men came running towards the set. All of them had hand-guns and wore black face masks. A streak of terror ran through the audience. Some thought it was a new addition to the show while others started leaving their seats and running towards the exit.

“Be seated you morons! Or each one of you will die”, shouted the biggest of the three. The announcement made the audience go wild. He signaled the other two men to move towards the exit.

“Captain, this man has a gun!” spoke one of the mobster pointing at the ringmaster.

“So what are you waiting for? Take it from him!” shouted the big guy to the layman.

The ringmaster had no choice but to comply with the situation. He was in-process of raising his gun-hand to throw it away when the layman saw him. He instantly pointed his gun in the ringmaster’s direction and fired a warning shot. The bullet passed through the ringmaster’s vicinity without doing any damage.

“Don’t even dare! The next bullet will pass right through….”

At that very moment Tim jumped in from the artificial cave opening with a loud roar, stealing everyone’s attention. The three mobsters were terrified on seeing such a large beast. The big guy stumbled and fell on the ground while the other two guys ran towards the exit to save their lives. The actors, including the kid, disappeared within seconds and were nowhere to be seen. The ringmaster had no choice but to remain in his position on the elevated platform.

Big Tim seemed confused with the change in routine. He glared at the stampede of audience and at the empty set. The usual people covered in black were nowhere to be seen. Soon he spotted the big guy with the black mask. Eventually he was the only one around with some black clothing. A completely different setup irritated him. An enraged Tim gave a loud roar and started walking slowly towards the big guy, who was on in feet again. The big guy was frozen to the bones on seeing such a big beast walking towards him. At that moment reality struck, thawing his frozen brain. He picked up his gun and pointed it in Tim’s direction. Tim halted at his action, and roared, in reaction. This big guy wasn’t that friendly after all. His trembling fingers were searching for the trigger when suddenly… BAM!…THUD… a hard punch knocked him out.

It was a young man, seemingly 23 or 24 years old. Eventually he was a big fan of Tim, the majestic lion, and was there to watch him live for the first time. He had heard about him in news and read about him in newspapers. He wasn’t ready to watch him die on their first encounter. Big Tim relaxed a bit after the downfall of big guy but any sharp change in his behavior was hard to notice. Now, with the big man down, the young guy was the last man standing. The young man held his breath as the big cat started walking again.

Someone from the back shouted “Run…”, but it was a bit late to act. Tim now stood at a few feet’s distance from the young guy. Tim stared at him for a few moments and then gave a low-pitched roar. Tim seemed pretty harmless during all those stunts shown on Television, but standing against that five feet high cat face-to-face was something different altogether. The young man’s heart skipped a beat or two. The stampede of audience paused to look at the young man about to be mauled by the great beast. The ringmaster picked up his gun. Looking at Tim’s giant claws and razor sharp canines, the young lad nearly passed out of terror. But then, the unexpected happened. Tim bent his head down in front of the young.

Everyone was surprised at the unexpected scene which unfolded before them. The young guy looked at big Tim in amazement. He wasn’t sure if he should run or just stand there. He looked towards the ringmaster standing atop the elevated pavement. A short smile curled up on ringmaster’s face as he saw the whole act. He signaled the young lad to put his right hand on Tim’s head. The young guy, skeptical at first, put his right hand on Tim’s head. The ringmaster further signaled him to move his hand around and rub him gently. The young guy followed the trail and big Tim seemed to enjoy it.

The remaining people watched the whole scene in amazement. The ringmaster started clapping, gradually joined by everyone present. Tim moved around the set one last time acknowledging the audience and then moved towards the artificial cave exit. But the clapping continued, getting louder by the moment. Tim had played his part well, but today the claps were not for him. Everyone clapped and clapped, acknowledging the great show which unfolded before them. The great show called ‘The Majestic Lion’.

 

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THIS STORY IS A PART OF COMPETITION ‘TAB WAR’ ORGANISED BY THE AUTHOR’s BLOG. THE CORE MEMBERS OF THE AUTHOR’s BLOG ARE COMPETING AGAINST EACH OTHER THROUGH THEIR STORIES. A STORY WILL BE PUBLISHED EACH DAY BY ONE CORE MEMBER. THERE ARE THREE COMPETITORS HENCE THERE WILL BE SIX STORIES IN ONE WEEK.

READERS ARE REQUESTED TO REVIEW THIS STORY AND RATE IT OUT OF FIVE. READERS COMMENTING ON ALL SIX STORIES WILL BE AWARDED BY ASSURED GIFTS. THE RESULT WILL BE DECLARED AFTER THE COMPETITION IS OVER.

THANK YOU! HAPPY READING.

TAB War

EXTRA MILE – Edition 2

Hello Guys!

First of all sorry to keep you waiting for this long. The time of waiting is over as the second edition of EXTRA MILE is finally here! Get ready to be entertained with this crispier and tastier version of EXTRA MILE. Read it, and if you like it, Share it!

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You can view the magazine online at issue :

EXTRA MILE 2

You can download the pdf version here :

EXTRA MILE 2

Come join the EXTRA MILE family. There are no rules and no limits. If you think you’ve have something to share with the world, EXTRA MILE is the right platform. You can mail us your entries at theauthorsblogg@gmail.com. Keep the subject as ‘Entry for EXTRA MILE’. You can send artwork in any of the pre-defined categories in the magazine. In case you’ve something new, please share it with us and it might find it’s place in the magazine. There’s always scope for new sections.

So write to us. Any query or question will be answered. We’re at your service 24/7.

Happy Reading!

With regards,
Team TAB

Interview with Swetank Telang

7 Days, 7 Interviews

Hello Guys!

It’s showtime! So it’s the sixth day of our interview campaign and so far everything is going beyond expectations. Thank you for so much love and support. So to continue the journey, we have with us today a rockstar turned author, Swetank Telang. He recently launched his musical love story called ‘The Best serendipity of my Life’.

Swetank Telang

 

So let’s see what Swetank discussed in the small chit-chat session with TAB.

 

  • So Swetank, let’s start with a small introduction of yours. Tell us something about yourself.

    I am simple going person who loves to be in my own state of happiness and my own world. I don’t really get distracted by what’s others say or feel about me. Just being true to me, kind to others and loving all keeps me happy going.I love my Mom a lot and she returns me back with more love, always.

 

  • Congratulations on your first fiction book, “The Best Serendipity Of My Life”. How was your experience with it? What were your expectations? How’s the response from the readers?

    The Best Serendipity of my Life

    Thank You very much. I was a failure in English subject during my schools. I had to ask grace marks to get a rank in class. Didn’t ever thought to write a book but circumstances led me to write a book on my own life’s story. It was an excruciating journey which started with a thought in mind, pain & hope in heart, and faith in work. I expected a great impact after its release but as always life surprises me with difficulties saying that, “Swetank, you are not yet ready to be this, learn from this and then I might give a second thought on your fate… Hahaha
    But life doesn’t always work as per expectations, if it did, there would be no value about things that everybody would expect and get. Aspiring is what I do, I aspire to be like something, if it’s not that, it has to be something better than that (what life gives) Those who read my book, they appreciated it from their heart with tears in their eyes. Have received some mails, which say a lot… One of them quoted, “When one loses love in life, either one gets lost or one finds himself. This book strongly teaches you to find yourself – love story with a strong message”

    I bet there would be really no soul who reads my book and doesn’t shed tears of pain/joy at the end!

 

  • The cover says that it’s a musical love story. It seems interesting. What’s so musical about this love story?

    There’s lot of musical feeling inside the book including Bollywood songs and the book itself starts from a person on stage strumming his guitar. It is also filled with music technicals.Most interesting part about it is, it comes with a music album, I have my own sung and composed songs especially for this book which the reader would receive in the form of a music CD with the book.

 

  • The book is based on your own life. What inspired you to write a story on your own life?

    Sometimes you keep changing yourself in search of truth, behind something. After a few years, you are totally a transformed person, totally a new personality and when you think harder on this fact and try to link up everything & all the changes. All point to one common origin that led you on the path of change. You sum up everything and write a story on that.

 

  • Apart from writing you love music. You have even launched a promotional album based on your book which is being loved by masses on youtube. So if you have to choose one from Writing and Music, what would you choose?

    I would certainly love doing both, but if I were given a chance to choose just one of them, I would doubtlessly chosen Music as it flows inside my blood. I love singing songs and playing music instruments. There isn’t any time that my mind doesn’t play anything at the back, right now it’s singing… Dhoom Pichuk Dhoom… Hahaha

 

  • Tell us something about your book. What’s the source of inspiration behind it, i.e., what inspired you to take on this journey?

    It is a fact full book with all real characters (just the names changed). I read a few love tales and felt, my love tale to be so different from everybody’s. That’s what gave me an inspiration to write it and show to the readers that a love story like this could also possibly take shape.

 

  • What’s your daily routine. How do you manage your day? Where does writing fit in?

    I love to spend Sunday with my Mom.But six days in week, I get up at 05:32 AM in the morning, Thanking God for one more day of life; I start my day with a bathe and meditate in the morning. Have my breakfast and then office hours stay tuned from 08:30 AM to 05:00 PM. I rarely do have lunch; reach my room at 06:00 PM after evening snacks then meditate again if I feel like doing. I wrote this book having sleepless nights for >2 years. First draft was like an essay written by a school kid in a diary that just took 10 months. Later was the toughest phase of rephrasing it, sending it to publishers, facing rejections, again rereading and rephrasing, punctuating, etc. Whole process took about >2-2.5 years to get in the market. It was like, I never wasted even a single minute, always had dinner in minimum time. Did not watch even a single movie in those years, missed every party organised by friends, missed every treats, broken many relationships and friendships just because my friends thought I did not give them time and attention. They just thought I was doing something stupid locking myself inside my room as I never revealed to anyone about writing book. How would it feel, if you say, I was in love, and I broke, now I am writing my own heartbroken love tale. You know, friends generally don’t believe and they laugh, make comments and break you before you even take a start. I kept it secret until I started searching for publishers.I looked like a nincompoop; a pea-brain sitting outside others locked room at 02:00 AM using their Wi-Fi’s for the sake of my work. Hurdles never left my way but it was like, after reaching here I cannot quit.

    Composing music, finding a studio to get everything recorded, writing lyrics, singing, video shooting and everything seemed so tough to balance with book and my job. But when something’s dying inside to get out, you don’t feel the pain.

    I slept from 09:00 PM to 12:00 AM and worked from 12:00 AM to 04:00 or 05:00 AM and then again slept an hour before I started my usual routine.

 

  • Do you read? What’s your favorite genre in reading? Favorite author? Favorite book?

    I am fond of Calvin and Hobbes – Bill Watterson, Paulo Coelho, Sidney Sheldon, Michael Crichton and The Speaking Tree – Published by TOI.My favourite pick is The Alchemist by favourite author Paulo Coelho.

 

  • What are your plans for life? Do you ‘plan and follow’ or just welcome life with open arms?

    I used to plan a lot in my life but after I lost everything, I stopped planning life and started welcoming it and enjoying every surprise, surmise, and shocks of life. I just welcome life and give my best.

 

  • What’s your advice for budding and emerging writers? How should they move on in this field?

    No advice, just a statement. Listen to your heart.

 

  • What are the problems faced in publishing a book? How was your experience with your publisher?

    Faced a lot of problems in publishing book but finally settled for self paid publishing which was easier and generally aids new authors and build their hope.

 

  • What are your views about ‘The Author’s Blog’?

    ‘The Author’s Blog’ stands a great line of platform especially for new authors who dream big with their wide open eyes. It provides energy and life in the form of hope, inspiration and success stories. One should not ever leave Hope, because Hope is a good thing and good things never die.

 

So guys this was Swetank in a small chit-chat session with TAB. Such a great guy. No doubt girls will go mad over him. We hope you guys enjoyed the session as much as we did. Stay tuned for the last interview.

You can buy Swetank’s book, The Best Serendipity of my Life, from the following links :

Flipkart          Amazon