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Drishtirupa Das

  • Peach Blink
  • May 6
  • 2 min read



Drishtirupa Das, fondly known as Drishti, is a storyteller in the truest sense of the word—a weaver of emotions, memories, and meaning. A seasoned communications professional and a born wordsmith, her work transcends boundaries of medium and geography. From television newsrooms to print journalism, from public diplomacy to filmmaking, Drishti’s journey through words and visuals has always been guided by one quiet belief: that stories connect us. They illuminate what is often unspoken, and they humanise even the most complex of emotions.


Her narratives are not just told—they are felt. Drawing deeply from real people, still moments, and the layered landscapes of inner transformation, she writes with a voice that is intimate yet universal. Whether through fiction or her professional work, Drishti’s words aim to bridge divides and offer readers a mirror to their own lives. She listens deeply, and it’s this act of listening that lends a rare tenderness to her storytelling.


Beyond writing, Drishti finds grounding in yoga, meditation, and travel—practices that deepen her connection to the present and offer windows into untold stories. It is no surprise that her debut novel is rooted in reflection, memory, and the quiet courage it takes to look back, feel fully, and keep walking forward.


About the Book:


“Some stories don’t arrive in straight lines.”


This line encapsulates the essence of Drishti’s debut novel—a tender, lyrical exploration of love, memory, and becoming. The story follows Maya and Arjun, childhood companions wrapped in an enchanted cocoon of shared stories, secret hideouts, and a deep, unspoken bond nurtured in the misty slopes of Coonoor. Their childhood was filled with books, wonder, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't always need words.


But as life often does, it carried them in different directions. What remains are the letters Maya wrote—some sent, many left unsent—and the aching silences between what was felt and what was said. Years later, standing at the edge of a new beginning, Maya looks back to trace the echoes of a love that transformed her quietly and completely.


Arjun’s reappearance stirs old questions and new reflections: Has love waited in the wings all these years, or has it changed form altogether?


Told through fragments—of letters, moments, memories—the novel is not just a love story, but a meditation on time, identity, and the quiet bravery it takes to choose yourself. Drishti explores the emotional weight of what remains unsaid and the slow unfolding of healing. This is a book for anyone who has ever written letters in their mind, loved from a distance, or tried to meet the changing versions of themselves along the way.


“Sometimes love is presence. Sometimes, it’s absence. And sometimes, it’s the echo that stays long after presence is gone.”


With poetic restraint and emotional clarity, Drishtirupa Das gives us a novel that lingers long after the last page is turned. It is for those who love in silences, for those who remember in fragments, and for those who find their way home to themselves through stories—like this one.





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