Eight years ago I hit the publish button on my very first blog post, not having the slightest idea where it was going to go. I can’t believe I have been doing this for so long. Has it really been that long since I stopped writing short stories on my mother’s blog and we both sat down trying to decide a name for my own blog, ultimately settling on the very innovative ‘Shreeya’s Blog'” I couldn’t be happier that I pushed that button and jumped into a world that I knew nothing about. From writing stories on my mother’s blog to having my own blog, it’s been a long journey. From being “Shreeya’s Blog” to “Absorbed in Words”, this blog has gone through many transformations and has grown into so much more than I had imagined. And I have grown and evolved with it. It has allowed me to grow and given me amazing opportunities which I will forever be grateful for.

So many times in the past 8 years has this little blog almost died, but each time I somehow ended up clicking on the blue WordPress logo and sat up typing away at my keyboard. I am glad that no matter what happened, I didn’t leave this blog to disappear into internet oblivion. From the first ever story I ever wrote, this journey has been a helluva ride and I have loved every moment of it. As go through my blog posts, I realize I have come a long way from being the little girl in school who was too shy to share her blog with her friends, to the present where I feel a huge sense of pride in my ownership of this little corner on the cyberspace. Even though some of the posts you will find here make me cringe inwards, it does not diminish my pride. This is the repository of my evolution, my growth, my blossoming, and I love each and every word that I published here. This blog has helped me overcome my self doubt in multiple ways. I know there is a very very long way to go and I am nowhere near where I want to be at this moment, still the 98 blog posts that I had clocked in the 8 long years do propel me and motivate me to go further, higher. Maybe the next, the 100th blog post will start off the next year with the bang that I need.

Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported me over the past 8 years; from your likes, comments(both online and in person) and any help you’ve given me – I truly appreciate every single thing. I have been able to appreciate some incredible opportunities so far and I can’t wait to see what else my little space on the internet will lead me to. For now, I promise I’m going to try and be more on it with the blog posts again, because I truly do love it.

  And with that, I end my 99th post and this year. See you next year!
Byeeeee! ❤



As the year comes to an end, I look back to the books I read this year. First of all I am really happy I met, no, surpassed my goal of reading 45 books by actually reading 51 books.

To say that it was difficult choosing 10 books out of the beautiful bunch would be an understatement. It was gruelling and arduous. Many times I almost gave up because I CAN’T CHOOSE BETWEEN MY BABIES!! But after weeks of deliberation and indecision, here are the top 10 reads of 2017 (not in order).

1) EM AND THE BIG HOOM by Jerry Pinto

“I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to deal with the world. It seemed too big and demanding and there was no fixed syllabus.”

In a one-bedroom-hall-kitchen in Mahim, Bombay, through the last decades of the twentieth century, lived four love-battered Mendeses: mother, father, son and daughter. Between Em, the mother, driven frequently to hospital after her failed suicide attempts, and The Big Hoom, the father, trying to hold things together as best he could, they tried to be a family. Goodreads: Em and the Big Hoom


“Atticus, he was real nice.”

“Most people are, Scot, when you finally see them.”

The unforgettable novel of a childhood in a sleepy Southern town and the crisis of conscience that rocked it, To Kill A Mockingbird became both an instant bestseller and a critical success when it was first published in 1960. It went on to win the Pulitzer Prize in 1961 and was later made into an Academy Award-winning film, also a classic. Goodreads: To Kill A Mockingbird

3) MACBETH by William Shakespeare

“By the prickling of my thumb,

Something wicked this way comes.”

Goodreads: Macbeth

4) WONDER by R. J. Palacio

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.”

August (Auggie) Pullman was born with a facial deformity that prevented him from going to a mainstream school—until now. He’s about to start 5th grade at Beecher Prep, and if you’ve ever been the new kid then you know how hard that can be. The thing is Auggie’s just an ordinary kid, with an extraordinary face. But can he convince his new classmates that he’s just like them, despite appearances? Goodreads: Wonder


“Basically, no one’s really counted the dead. You can always bargain with the statistics. Give or take. Give or take. You know?”

A beautifully drawn graphic novel that illuminates the conflicted land of Kashmir, through a young boy’s childhood.
Seven-year-old Munnu is growing up in Indian-administered Kashmir. Life revolves around his family: Mama, Papa, sister Shahnaz, brothers Adil and Akhtar and, his favourite, older brother Bilal. It also revolves around Munnu’s two favourite things – sugar and drawing.

Munnu is an amazingly personal insight into everyday life in Kashmir. Closely based on Malik Sajad’s own childhood and experiences, it is a beautiful, evocatively drawn graphic novel that questions every aspect of the Kashmir situation – the faults and responsibilities of every side, the history of the region, the role of Britain and the West, the possibilities for the future. It opens up the story of this contested and conflicted land, while also giving a brilliantly close, funny and warm-hearted portrait of a boy’s childhood and coming-of-age. Goodreads: Munnu: A boy from Kashmir

6) HAMLET by William Shalespeare

“One may smile, and smile, and still be a villain.”

Goodreads: Hamlet


“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”

Written in his distinctively dazzling manner, Oscar Wilde’s story of a fashionable young man who sells his soul for eternal youth and beauty is the author’s most popular work. The tale of Dorian Gray’s moral disintegration caused a scandal when it first appeared in 1890, but though Wilde was attacked for the novel’s corrupting influence, he responded that there is, in fact, “a terrible moral in Dorian Gray.” Goodreads: The Picture of Dorian Gray


“Imagination was a dangerously captivating magic for those compelled to be realistic in life, and words could be poisonous for those destined always to be silenced.”

In her second novel written in English, Elif Shafak confronts her country’s violent past in a vivid and colorful tale set in both Turkey and the United States. At its center is the “bastard” of the title, Asya, a nineteen-year-old woman who loves Johnny Cash and the French Existentialists, and the four sisters of the Kazanci family who all live together in an extended household in Istanbul: Zehila, the zestful, headstrong youngest sister who runs a tattoo parlor and is Asya’s mother; Banu, who has newly discovered herself as a clairvoyant; Cevriye, a widowed high school teacher; and Feride, a hypochondriac obsessed with impending disaster. Their one estranged brother lives in Arizona with his wife and her Armenian daughter, Armanoush. When Armanoush secretly flies to Istanbul in search of her identity, she finds the Kazanci sisters and becomes fast friends with Asya. A secret is uncovered that links the two families and ties them to the 1915 Armenian deportations and massacres. Full of vigorous, unforgettable female characters, The Bastard of Istanbul is a bold, powerful tale that will confirm Shafak as a rising star of international fiction. Goodreads: The Bastard of Istanbul

9) THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN by Paula Hawkins

“I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts.”

Rachel catches the same commuter train every morning. She knows it will wait at the same signal each time, overlooking a row of back gardens. She’s even started to feel like she knows the people who live in one of the houses. ‘Jess and Jason’, she calls them. Their life – as she sees it – is perfect. If only Rachel could be that happy. And then she sees something shocking. It’s only a minute until the train moves on, but it’s enough. Now everything’s changed. Now Rachel has a chance to become a part of the lives she’s only watched from afar. Now they’ll see; she’s much more than just the girl on the train.. Goodreads: The Girl on the Train


“Instinct is a marvellous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.”

In her first published mystery, Agatha Christie introduces readers to the heroic detective, Hercule Poirot. This is a classic murder mystery set in the outskirts of Essex. The victim is the wealthy mistress of Styles Court. The list of suspects is long and includes her gold-digging new spouse and stepsons, her doctor, and her hired companion. Goodreads: The Mysterious Affair at Styles



“Remember this! It is never an entire people who is cruel; it is merely individuals who exert their will on others.”

In 1930, a great ocean wave blots out a Bengali village, leaving only one survivor, a young girl. As a maidservant in a British boarding school, Pom is renamed Sarah and discovers her gift for languages. Her private dreams almost die when she arrives in Kharagpur and is recruited into a secretive, decadent world. Eventually, she lands in Calcutta, renames herself Kamala, and creates a new life rich in books and friends. But although success and even love seem within reach, she remains trapped by what she is . . . and is not. As India struggles to throw off imperial rule, Kamala uses her hard-won skills—for secrecy, languages, and reading the unspoken gestures of those around her—to fight for her country’s freedom and her own happiness. Goodreads: The Sleeping Dictionary


Self-destruction isn’t just slits on arms and poison and jumping off rooftops, is it? It is in the tear stains on your pillow each morning. It is the faraway look in your eyes. It is the loud music that drowns away your screaming and sobbing. It is lying awake night after night, staring at the ceiling.

 You lock away the pain and the guilt in some far corner of your soul, where no one can see it. You are glass shattered into diamonds. You flash sugary smiles. You’ll carry graveyards on your spine till you can’t handle it anymore and you’ll fall. And the dark circles underneath your eyes will slowly suck your soul in like a black hole.

Life will toss you around like you’re a rag doll and wound you all over. Life will push you around and knock you down over and over again. But knocking the wind out of you is the only way to remind yourself how much you love the taste of air. You’ll feel like you’re caught in a storm, surrounded by destruction and rain. But I’ll tell you, my dear, that a storm’s just excited rain. It’ll soon drain itself out and leave a rainbow in its wake. So stick out your tongue and taste Life’s bittersweet flavour while you still can.

Look up at the sky, at the twinkling stars, so many of them that you’ll run out of numbers before you can finish counting them all. Look at them. Look at the big, vast Universe around us, engulfing us in a dark blue blanket. There is just one of you out there. And you have no right to deprive the universe of the breath taking beauty that is you. You have no right to make the Earth miss the feel of your weight, to make the wind long for the feeling of ruffling through your hair, to snatch away our privilege of hearing your melodious laugh.

The moon sneaks beside you every night and dances upon your face, praying that you’ll still breathe tomorrow, wishing that you’ll outshine his glow the next day. And the day after.

You are precious.

You are loved beyond words.

You are important, because the universe will collapse without you.

So breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Life will be magical again.


My India, My Dream

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; 

Where knowledge is free […]

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake 


There is so much to dream about India; so much to love; so much to despair; so much to cheer about and so much to work for.

India is almost a five thousand years old civilization. And ever since its inception, various streams of immigrants, from different ethnic strains and linguistic families, have merged into India to contribute to its diversity, richness and vitality. Several levels of social evolution coexist in India and its composite identity has won her the often quoted cliche, ‘Unity in Diversity’.

Even as we should be proud of our roots, we need to be worried about the future of our country. Still plagued by numerous problems, India has failed to find the stature that it deserves in this world. Instead of treating the problems like an ostrich and ignoring them, it’s time we took the bull by its horn and tackled each and every malady analytically and thoroughly.  

Step out onto the roads of India, and you will undoubtedly see countless pairs of sweat-drenched hands begging for food. Uncombed hair, tattered clothes, unwashed and malnourished bodies are sure to greet your eyes at every traffic signal. The first thing that I wish for India of the future, is that these people are economically protected and they have a home, a job to go to, a happy life and no longer depend on the mercy of those driving shiny big black cars. Economic disparities prevalent in India should be bridged. India of my dreams is a nation that is prosperous, healthy, secure, peaceful and happy, and continues on a sustainable growth path.

Corruption has become a blood-sucking vampire and is draining out the life force of India. People openly blackmail us, burn holes into our pockets and we oblige. Honest and visionary politicians, supported by a dedicated bureaucracy, in the India of my dreams will have stronger anti-corruption laws and even tougher implementation to root out this parasite. It will be a nation where governance is responsive, transparent and corruption-free.

India, as of today, is, sadly, a society of hypocrites, sexists, and racists. Casteism is still prevalent. Women and elders are still discriminated against. Lawlessness is still rampant and we are still haunted by local goons and mafias. The common man is afraid to step out of his home for fear of his life and security. No more discrimination and insecurities in the India of my dreams! A nation where poverty has been totally eradicated, illiteracy removed, crime against women and children is absent, and no one in the society feels alienated.

India is home to a rich diversity of religions and religious beliefs, and yet, they live in disharmony and treat each other with distaste and suspicion. The Hindu-Muslim riots are still prevalent in almost every part of the country.  I dream of an India where Shabad Kirtan from Gurudwaras, Azan from Mosques, Bhajans from Temples and chiming of the bells from churches blend together into a harmonious medley of beautiful music. Imagine waking up in a future India and listening to all these different spiritual strains merge and mingle and produce a melodious tune of brotherhood and love. Imagine all the people living life in peace.    

India has become a soft target for terrorism, even though it is a worldwide phenomenon. The humane and pacific image of India in international relations is often taken for sheepishness. This is because we only react to threats and lack strategic planning. India needs to be tougher and more aggressive in its own defense.

We need to skill-enable and knowledge-enable our youth by fostering private sector initiatives. It is essential to develop sustainable systems in every domain, so that fluctuations in the world economy do not have a direct impact on the Indian economy.

With its run of recent accomplishments, India has earned international acclaim for its ambitious space programmes and science missions, which will fill any Indian’s heart with pride. I dream for India to become a world leader in science and technology.


“Dream; Dream; Dream. Dreams transform into thoughts. And thoughts result in action.”

I dream of a shining India, a vibrant democracy and a secular nation taking center-stage in the comity of nations. To say the least, we will have a new heaven on earth. People will be mentally, morally, spiritually and physically better. The common man in India will feel the glow of freedom.