Thursday, 21 September 2017

"Beyond Secrets" Available for Free Download - 21st to 22nd September'17

Dear Friends,

I have received an overwhelming response to my blog and book in the last few days. I am grateful for all the love and am sending a small token of thanks your way. You can get my book for free for two days starting today. Here is the link to download the book -

No worries if you don’t have Kindle device. You can read it on your phone by following 3 simple steps. (You need to have an Amazon account to get the book. It's easy to create one if you don't have it already.


1) Click on this link:
2) Select "Buy Now" or "Buy for Free"  (There will be also an option "Read for free"- It is for people who have subscribed to Kindle Unlimited so you may not be able to buy from there)
3) Follow the instructions thereon

1) Install Kindle App on your phone
2) Search for "Beyond Secrets" by Alka Dimri Saklani in your Kindle App.
3) Select "Buy Now" or "Buy for Free"

If you want to learn more about the book you can visit:

And I am willing to accept return gift😉. Show me some love and leave an honest review on Amazon after reading the book; the best gift I can ever receive. Every review fuels my passion for writing and connects me with the person reading my words. And yes, you are most welcome to share the article and help me spread the word.

Keep reading, keep connecting.

Sunday, 17 September 2017


Life is a box of memories, each in the form a butterfly. And I have named almost every butterfly.

The butterflies named childhood are the most colourful. They are in plenty; whenever they spread their wings they adorn my present. They gift me a smile. Every single time. But day by day they are flying out of my reach, returning to their origin. I wonder where those moments are right now; must be stored somewhere, maybe in some unknown dimension of universe yet to be discovered. As those butterflies fly away the myriad of colours in the box of my life is decreasing, but still I have a lot to boast of.

The butterfly named youth has a plethora of shades ranging from bright to dull, dark to light, intense to mild. Some are heavier than others. Some are closely attached to others, they fly in groups, I can’t see them one at a time. They all come together and then when they leave, they leave behind a trail of raw emotions. Emotions that tell a story, some complete, some incomplete.

There are countless butterflies from different phases of life. It is impossible to name them all. Some I didn’t name deliberately and some just wished to be free from any category. And sometimes I like nameless things. Kind of strange but it’s true. I like nameless relations, nameless emotions, nameless aspirations. It keeps us away from scary reality and liberates in a strange way.  

Some butterflies just flew out of my reach though I tried to chase them and then there are those stubborn ones who are not ready to move an inch. They stay hidden in a deep corner as if afraid to face the present, as if scared time will steal them if they resurface. Though they are so strong that they can conquer the present if they soar up. I wonder if they have signed a life time contract for that little space in the box.

And this forces me to wonder what kind of butterflies I am creating in my present. Are they colourful? Are they stubborn or weak? In future will they gift me a smile? Or tears? Are they enough to decorate my box when the older ones fly away?

By the way, how many butterflies are there in your box? Are there any stubborn ones? I am sure there are.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ 

PS - To read a free sample of my novel "Beyond Secrets" click here

Friday, 15 September 2017


Title of the story – Life
Level of completion – 37% (Well that’s my age and for the % to be accurate I assume I will live for 100 years)
Author – Destiny

Hey wait. That’s not all about the book. There is a co-author as well.

Destiny wrote a pretty beginning, some sweet- sour moments and some bumpy rides in the story of my life.

Sometimes when the darkness was scary and I was helpless to create light I wrote patience and hope and I kept moving, just moving, like writing meaningless lines in the journal of life. When the light finally shone, I found meaning in those meaningless lines. Nothing is meaningless. When destiny was writing pain, naively, I was writing strength as if in coded words, that was decoded, step by step, as I crawled out of the darkness towards the light.

Sometimes my efforts failed in keeping a relationship or faith or a desire but it was just end of a chapter, not my life. I wrote a new chapter with new perspectives. There were new paths to be discovered and new aspirations to be chased. Though sometimes I turn the pages and delve into the chapters that ended abruptly, but then soon I move out. When destiny showed me a full stop, I fought with it to turn it to a comma.

Sometimes I was amazed and angry and sad with the decisions of destiny. I thought life was unfair and I only had questions. But far off answers were there, hidden beyond the layers of time and piece by piece the jigsaw puzzle pieces fell in place. I still have questions, but I know answers are there, may be far off, may be in the last chapters. May be. But, I am sure answers are there. And I will carve the path till I reach there.

Sometimes I write a dream and destiny rubs it off. I stare the empty page, oops sorry, the rubbed off page; oh, the difference between an empty page and page that is rubbed off, the wrinkled page. I straighten the wrinkles and write again and again and again. There are dreams that finally defeated destiny and some that I am still rewriting. I have lost the count, how many times that dream has been rubbed off but I am still rewriting, so it’s not the end yet. Yes, its tiring, very tiring but I have enough ink in my pen yet. The ink of hard work and faith. I won’t let it dry.

Destiny is the author of my life. True. But in bits and pieces, I add in my part. As destiny bestows on me myriad of situations I try to weave a story that is beautiful.
So, to complete the description of the story,

Co-author of the story called life: Me

PS. The quote at the beginning is from my novel "Beyond Secrets". You can read a sample here.

Thursday, 24 August 2017

BEYOND SECRETS - My second novel is published.

I am extremely excited to announce the release of my second novel “Beyond Secrets”. The book is available on Kindle. Don't have Kindle device? No worries, you can download the kindle app on your phone, tablet, or computer and enjoy the book.

Want a glimpse of the description? See below.

Noel is a counsellor, risking his career for volunteering in an orphanage.
Nidhi is an engineering student on the surface, but deep down a broken girl in search of some unanswered questions.
Appu is a sweet little orphan, unaware of the cruelties of the world.

Despite being miles apart their stories interweave in “Aashiyana”, the orphanage. Their little journey together changes their lives in ways they never imagined.

One recurring nightmare, one unexpected phone call, one stolen diary, many lies and secrets, and a calling from the past are just the highlights. And when they depart, they are not the same anymore.

They didn’t hurt each other, it was a game of destiny. Will they ever be able to rediscover themselves and more importantly, will their paths ever cross again?

Beyond Secrets is a novel with layers of suspense and different nuances of relationships. And one question that can’t have just one answer - How long does it take for a scar to heal?

Join the journey of Noel, Nidhi and Appu and don’t forget to tell me your views.

You can buy the book from here.

PS. My first novel “45 Days in a Cancer Hospital” was longlisted for Crossword Book Award 2013.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

पीछे रह गए वो दिन...

माँ कहती है हम नींद में मुस्कराते थे
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब ख्वाब हमें परियों के आते थे

ज़िन्दगी मुस्करा के दामन में भरी थी
छोटी छोटी ख्वाइशों में खुशियां बड़ी थी
धीरे धीरे न जाने कब ख्वाइशें बढ़ती रही
न जाने कब वो खुशियां सिमटती रही
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब एक चॉकलेट से हम खुश हो जाते थे
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब ख्वाब हमें परियों के आते थे

एक पल में लड़ाई दूसरे में सुलह थी
शिकवों के लिए कहाँ दिल में जगह थी
रिश्ते मज़बूत हुआ करते थे, अहम् कमज़ोर
न जाने कब बढ़ सा गया मन में उस अहम् का शोर
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब एक पल में रूठे दूसरे में मन जाते थे
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब ख्वाब हमें परियों के आते थे

माँ कहती है हम नींद में मुस्कराते थे
बहुत पीछे रह गए वो दिन जब ख्वाब हमें परियों के आते थे

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Chase Your Dreams

The biggest agony of our life is that we focus more on shortcomings rather than blessings. I wasted a lot of years of my life cursing my limitations. I was a basketball player and I believe I was good at it, but my height acted as a roadblock and I left my passion. Though now I know my height was not the reason for my failure, my self-belief was.

I was introduced to the above quote by Richard Bach long after I gave up playing basketball. And the woman who enlightened me with these words is Ms. Shefali Kapoor, owner of Vijay Computer Academy. She grew up between narrow-minded people who cursed her and her two younger sisters just for being girls, for their incapability of carrying further their father’s name. Well, she didn’t anyhow wish to carry her father’s name to the next generation; she dreamt far beyond that. She opened a computer academy with meagre resources. There were times destiny didn’t support her, but never for a moment she faltered. For she firmly believed if god has given her a desire, he must have given her the power to achieve it. Her passion demanded sleepless nights, tiring days, countless sacrifices and yet faced many failures, but she didn’t give up. Her strong will finally change the course of destiny and success followed. The academy which was named after her father “Vijay” has now its wings worldwide. Her father’s name has not only survived but honoured.

Her words have since been my friend, philosopher and guide. They hold me up every time I am about to give up. Though the passion of being a basketball player had withered long before I met her, I have dreams that if I share, I will be called crazy. Well, I like being called crazy is a different point. When dream becomes passion, it forces you to push your boundaries, your comfort zone and much more. It gives soul to life. A week, a month, a year, a decade, let it take what it does, but chase it until you achieve it.
Pic : Link

I connected with the above quote so deeply that it became a part of my belief system. Then there are quotes that touch us, but the words slip by our memory just like that. I wonder what words can do to us. It can alter our personality, so we need to wisely choose what we read. And carve the precious ones in our character.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Wednesday, 3 May 2017


Photo credit - Animesh Nautiyal

I am not afraid of the scars
I know they will fade away
I am worried about the feelings
That will be erased along the way