Author: Mihir

  • Know your author – Interview with Smashwords

    Here are a few excerpts from my recently concluded interview with Smashwords. Read the full interview here.

    What is your writing process?

    I don’t follow a rigid writing process, especially since I prefer to write on an ad hoc basis whenever inspiration strikes. I start with a main character, and add characters as and when they make sense to the plot. The main plot itself begins at the end (of what the main character needs to achieve or prevent), and then I begin to build up a story around the main plot to a point that actually makes sense. It’s harder writing it this way but it works since the finished product is extremely focused and does not contain too many flowery details.

    I constantly edit my stories, or chapters, so what my story ends up like is never same (not even close!) as the one I wrote to begin with. I go for at least four editing rounds on each chapter myself, before I get another pair of eyes on the story.

    When you’re not writing, how do you spend your time?

    I lead an extremely mundane life outside of writing! I keep a day job that helps pay the bills and prefer to stay in bed or spend time with family when I’m not writing. That being said, writing is probably what keeps me going and helps keep the passion alive.

    Who are your favorite authors?

    I’ve been fascinated by edge-of-your-seat thrillers, and the first name that comes to my mind is Frederick Forsyth. If you look at my personal collection, I own and have read most of the titles the man has written. I’m currently re-reading “The Devil’s Alternative”, which is by far my most favorite novel. In the same genre, I’ve read and enjoyed works of Dan Brown, Will Adams, Scott Mariani and the occasional novel from Matthew Reilly.

    The Harry Potter series, by J K Rowling, is also something I’ve read and re-read, and is specially close to my heart.

    What motivated you to become an indie author?

    The time factor. Since I keep a day job that’s extremely challenging and demanding, I initially aimed to de-stress by writing few words a day, everyday, only to keep my mind fresh. I was able to write for one straight year before the book took form and another few months went by polishing it to make it publish-worthy. I had a good reader base for my blog so I decided I would publish and market the book myself, and in doing so would: 1) Understand the book publishing business and what the function of each process is, and 2) Find out what works and what does not in the self-publishing process and seek professional help in areas that don’t.

    Also, being an Indie author helps me get honest reviews regarding my work that may not have been possible if the book was mass published and marketed (although I could do with the jump in sales!).

    What do your fans mean to you?

    Everything. There are no words to describe what my readers mean to me; you are the reason I get out of bed every day and put pen to paper. I’m extremely thankful to all of you for the support and encouragement and I sincerely hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy bringing it out for you.

  • At First Sight – 4-star review!

    At First Sight has received a 4-star review from a fellow author!

    Madhuri Varma, published author of 1 Love, 2 Religions: A Romantic Dilemma, has so graciously published her review of At First Sight. She has been extremely kind to take the time and provide an in-depth critique of the book, which she also shared with me via GoodReads. Please visit her site, here, to read the full review.

    Please check out her book as well which has garnered great reviews, available for purchase here.

  • At First Sight available with your favorite eBook retailers!

    At First Sight launched across several popular eBook retailers today. Here’s your chance to get your digital copy at a great price of $1.50.

    Choose one of the links below to buy from your favorite retailer!

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    Many more will be added shortly. Watch this space!

  • Graduation day

    The mother spots her teenager easily
    Bobbing in a sea of black
    As she meekly takes her seat at the back
    In the ocean of parents gathered today.

    A quiet stream of tears flow
    Somewhere between the laugh lines
    And curvy, dimpled chins.

    A sense of pride emerges, knowing,
    He was once, just a little boy,
    She’d held in her hands, helpless, meager
    Hungry for love.

    She saw in him her spark, and
    His eyes reflected her vision.

    She was there to hold his hand,
    Nurture him, strengthen him, and his conviction
    He dwindled, at times, like candles in the wind
    Swaying, but keeping steady as she kept him on course
    Fighting, wishing, dreaming, living
    Waiting, in the ranks, for his moment to shine.

    That child, her child, now a grown boy
    Is ready to face the world,
    He, who had once taken baby steps,
    With the help of her steadying hands
    And the sound of happy cheer.

    She can hear the cheer now
    As the hundred boys and girls, toss their hats
    Now ready to cross the threshold,
    Between carefree lives
    And touching stars.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat
  • Good times

    If pictures could talk,
    They could write an epic,
    Or recite a symphony,
    Like no other.

    I hope they’d talk
    About the day that we met,
    Of the chemistry as we looked
    Into each other’s eyes,
    Or of watching us laugh like no tomorrow.

    How we danced in the rain,
    Like toddlers without a care in the world,
    Without worries of tomorrow
    And what it might hold.

    They might speak of
    The day I fell in love
    With your smile as you
    Sipped on warm chocolate milk
    On a white snowy day.

    They might try to encapsulate
    How I felt
    As you held my hand,
    Afraid to cross the street
    One more time,
    Knowing that the hand
    That provided you comfort
    Was mine.

    I glance as the light
    Hits your smile
    A pretty picture,
    You and I,
    As we come close,
    Head to head,
    Smile to capture a memory.

    Some that we intended
    To make, and some
    That God intended for us to have.

    If pictures could talk,
    They could write an epic,
    Or recite a symphony,
    Like no other.

    Remembering the good times.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat
  • The Edge of Mortality – Latest Cover

    Work on The Edge Of Mortality (TEOM) is on in full swing. 4 chapters are complete and another one is in progress.the edge of mortality - cover

    I decided to take a bit of a break with writing this weekend and worked on a brand new new cover design for TEOM. I brought in certain ideas central to the book, and let my creative juices flow while I got more familiar with the image editor. I’m pleased with the results, which I share for my readers, alongside.

    As always, feedback is always welcome.

    TEOM is scheduled for release on July 2014.

  • Serena

    The night is young and restless
    As the candlelight glitters on her face
    She’s all dressed up in black silk
    With eyes that betray her frenzied search.
    She wears an unlikely grimace
    As her wine’s insipid, yet she sips on,
    A mere ploy to kill time;
    To fill a vacant void.

    I name her, Serena;
    Only because she looks so calm, and gentle
    What makes me fall in love with this woman
    I know nothing of?
    I look upon her; try to catch her gaze
    But fumble with her line of sight.

    I fight with myself, my mind plays games;
    How do tell her how I feel? For I don’t know
    If I stand a chance against such raw beauty.
    But how would I know? I say to my ego.
    Not if I kept what I felt to myself.
    So what if I tried, and failed?
    I must be a man, and not the mouse;
    Rather die a hero than live a coward

    I tell myself, that
    And some other nonsense
    To pacify my lack of self-confidence.

    I make up my mind;
    Must take the plunge, let go of my safety net
    Armed with some liquid courage
    And crazy, wishful thinking.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat
  • One month down, still going strong!

    It feels like just yesterday that I was scrambling around putting the finishing touches on “At First Sight”, my maiden book project, in time for it’s big worldwide launch on February 1, 2014. It has been slightly more than a month since that day, and I’m really proud of the way it has fared internationally and truly humbled by the love and support I’ve received from all my readers over the past month.

    I’d like to thank everyone who purchased a copy and read my work. Please know that your love means a lot to a first timer like me. I also take this opportunity to thank some of my well wishers who took time to post reviews on my site and various vendor portals where the book is available for purchase.

    Thanks again for all the love and wishes!

    P.S. To all my readers in India, wish you a very happy Holi!


    At First Sight is available worldwide through Amazon‘s network, and on Flipkart and Pothi bookstore in India. The digital version is also available, currently only on the Amazon Kindle store. See this page for all purchasing options.

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  • The storm

    We watch the moon in all its brilliance
    The light, it shines across the bay
    The sea is calm, but there’s a storm
    Brewing somewhere in the distance.
    The world’s away, left far behind
    But there’s no escaping your probing stare
    Clearly there’s more to be wanted, or felt
    More left for the taking.
    I feel your trembling fingers, intertwined
    When I hold your hand firmly in mine
    But the tremors soak within my skin
    As my heart just, simply, melts away.
    Spellbound, hooked, fascinated
    To a point of no return
    We watch the moon in all its brilliance
    The light, it shines across the bay
    The sea is calm, but there’s a storm
    Brewing somewhere, yet
    Much closer than I’d expected.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat
  • Sparkle

    ring-in-a-box

    She glitters on, unfazed at the touch
    of human skin; as he mulls holding her with
    jittery fingertips. He wonders
    what a hole she would make in his pocket,
    yet considering she would be totally worth it.
    She looks around, scoffing at her peers;
    they can only stare back, green with envy
    for she carries that crystal, that chunk of ‘ice’
    fit only for the hand of a queen.
    She spends a quiet moment on her silky berth,
    made of scarlet felt and velvet soft,
    as she preps herself for the big moment;
    for when the teary eyed, gorgeous dame
    beholds meekly her ravishing beauty
    and then looks back at the babbling fool,
    who now holds her hand, trembling, unsure;
    simply willing to trade one beauty away
    to have and hold another for life.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat