Palchin is a book that contains some beautiful Hindi Shayeri and poems that I hope readers will like. Note-The poems and shayris in the book does not belong solely to me. The name of the writers are mentioned in the place of title, do readers will know to whom the poems belong. Enjoy :)

That there is one question whose answer nobody have the former ones like Einstein and also the ones in current times like Karan Johar and the question is – Is friendship love ? He speaks that people have imagined this question in their head and speaks that he brought the today’s chocolate love story of Sid and Alia which has many flavors and also have small fights, teenage best times and when the life without friendship seems incomplete.

Addie Johnson has just graduated from college in Texas and is coming home to Georgia with her boy friend, John Collins, of two years. It's been nearly four years since she's been back to Georgia. She has had nothing to do with Morgan Denson in three of those four years. So what's going to happen when she comes back and she finds out he's still be waiting for her all this time? ************************************************************************************ "Hey, babe? Did you say we needed eggs?" John asked as we made our way over to the dairy section of the market. I nodded as he walked away. I leaned down to grab a gallon of milk when something startled me. "Addie? Addie Johnson?" I knew that voice anywhere. I didn't have to turn around to see that it was him. I took a deep breath, turned around and smiled. I put the milk in the cart and my attention towards him. "Morgan," I said taking him in and smiling. He looked pretty damn sexy, for being thirty now. Oh, God, he's now thirty! I can't believe it had been basically four years. I wonder what he thought of me after all this time? After what I did to him! He must have not seen John come and walk up to me or just didn't give a hell, because he scooped me up into a hug. Oh, Morgan, how I've missed you so much. I didn't want him to let me go but then the sound of John clearing his throat put me back into reality. We lived different lives now. We were different people. We were no longer a we. And it had been that way for almost four years now.

"I think something might have happened to me Saturday night. Something bad." Private Investigator Dani Ripper's client list is nuttier than the Looney Tunes conga line, but she diligently solves one crazy case after another, waiting for a game-changer. Enter Riley Freeman, 17-year-old honor student. Saturday afternoon Riley quietly placed a little strawberry sticker on her private area and pretended it was a tattoo. She didn't tell anyone about it. That night she went to a slumber party that featured drinking and boys. Riley fell asleep, woke up the next day with no reason to think anything happened... ...Until Monday, at school, when a classmate called her Strawberry. Coincidence or crime? Dani agrees to investigate. And the roller coaster ride begins.

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

"I... I'm scared of falling..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. It was like she wanted to say something more but stopped herself. "I won't let you fall... alone." I smiled when I saw her smile at what I said. But little did I know that what I said to her was true. She didn't fall alone; I was the one falling with her. ***************************** I am Keith Warren, a self proclaimed player and this is my journey. Thank you, @KitellaMash for the cover! :) <3