[shailu4ever]

Dear  Coffe Lover 

Over the years I’ve seen many writers begin with passion and lose it halfway through.
Life pulls, interest fades, and stories remain unfinished.
But when I wrote my first note on the old site, I made a promise to myself:
I will finish what I start.

Some stories stopped, yes  but they were collaborations,and sometimes the voices at the other end fall silent.

So what am I really saying?

Write without expectations.
Write for the joy, the burning, the calm it gives you.
When someone appreciates you, smile and move on.
Human hearts bruise when they expect too much.
Do your work, let go of the rest.
If love comes, good.
If applause comes, good.
If nothing comes you still have your words, and that is enough.
This is true not only for writing, but for life, for relationships, for the tender, fragile dance we do with people.

I read your Swamiji story.
It is beautiful — deep, brave, and different.
Yes, the readers are fewer, because this genre walks a quieter path.
But let me ask you:

Do you write for your heart, or for the echo of comments?

Remember — most readers in places like this read silently.
If you stop writing, what happens to them?

I read all three of your stories each a different world, each proof of your skill in suspense and thrill.

Value the readers who are with you now.

And do not abandon the stories already born from your imagination.

A small note — the word is Sevika,
unless you choose another meaning.(SAVIKA).

Keep the suspense tight.
Add a touch of romance, a whisper of warmth,
just enough to make hearts quicken for this is what your readers expect,what keeps them close.

I will stop here.

You have a gift your grip on language,your attention to detail, the way you paint a moment until readers feel it on their skin.
Hold on to that.

And keep writing, my dear Coffee Lover.
Keep rocking.



Advertise your  stories   for this  add  signature to your profile so when ever you update some thing  it will display all links to your stories.

I dont know you have this  story called Swamiji ( you requested so i know ). so many readers may not know its your story until they go in to the story. 

Add  all your  stories  in to your signatures ( with links to stories page ). 

My dear Siva Reddy Sir,
 
I want to begin with a confession.
I didn’t read your message once.
I didn’t read it twice.
I read it several times, slowly, carefully, with the kind of attention one gives to something precious.
 
Every time I read it, a new emotion opened inside me, a new understanding lit up, a new warmth settled into place.
Your words have that rare power: they stay, they echo, they teach, they comfort.
 
And I think that is why your message reminded me of that divine slokam from the Bhagavad Gita:
“karmanye vadhikaraste ma phaleshu kadachana
ma karma-phala-hetur bhur
ma te sango’stvakarmani.”
 
You distilled its essence so simply and beautifully into writing.
 
Do your work with sincerity, don’t tie your heart to applause, and don’t stop creating just because there is silence.
 
The way you explained it, without even quoting it, held the same depth as the Sloka.
Your guidance carried that same clarity, that same stillness.

But I am still in my infancy as a writer.
Still wobbling, still learning how to walk, still unsure of my footing.

Praise lifts me, silence scares me, comments make me smile, and lack of them makes me doubt myself.

I am very emotional and very sensitive, I know this.
My heart bruises easily, and I take longer than most to heal.
 
That is why your message touched me the way it did.
 
You didn’t just advise me.
You held my unsteady hands and taught me how to walk.
You reminded me that writing is not about applause,
it is about the fire inside,
the joy of creation,
the truth in expression,
and the devotion to finishing what we begin.
 
Your question,
“Do you write for your heart, or for the echo of comments?”
keeps echoing inside me.
 
Maybe I don’t have your strength yet.
Maybe I still look back too often, checking who’s following.
But I want to change.
And your words gave me the direction.
 
I don’t have your wisdom yet, but I want to grow into it.
 
You reminded me that silent readers exist.
That unfinished stories leave behind unfulfilled hearts.
That writing is not about applause, it is about truth.
 
Thank you for reading my stories, three of them.
Thank you for seeing something in them, something worth encouraging.

And thank you for correcting “Sevika” with such kindness, small details like that make me feel guided, not criticized.
 
I promise I will keep my suspense tight.
I will weave a little warmth, a little romance, the kind that makes readers lean closer.
I will finish the stories I started, even if the path is slow.
 
And above all, I will remember what you told me:
Write without expectations.
[b]Let the words be enough.[/b]
 
Your message is not something I will read once.
It is something I will return to, like a lantern on days when doubt feels heavier than ink.
 
Thank you for your kindness, your honesty, your inspiration.
Thank you for being the writer I look up to.
Thank you for building a place where someone like me could discover a new part of myself.
 
I will keep writing,
I will keep growing,
and I will keep rocking, just as you told me.
 
With deep respect, warmth, and admiration,
 
-- Shailu


PS: I have updated my signature as you suggested. Thank you for pointing me that. I totally agree, it is really helpful for readers to know about my other stories.