"My Dazzling Mind" consists of some dialogues between my head and my heart, some love stories dressed as poems, some sad words, some happy words, some melancholic words, some pieces of wisdom, chunks of reality but also a pinch of magic... Mariya Mavrova

It all begins on the night Rea turns twelve. After a big fight with her twin brother Rohan on their birthday, Rea's life in the small village of Darjeeling, India, gets turned on its head. It's four in the morning and Rohan is nowhere to be found. It hasn't even been a day and Amma acts like Rohan's gone forever. Her grandmother, too, is behaving strangely. Unwilling to give up on her brother, Rea and her friend Leela meet Mishti Daadi, a wrinkly old fortuneteller whose powers of divination set them off on a thrilling and secret quest. In the shade of night, they portal to an otherworldly realm and travel to Astranthia, a land full of magic and whimsy. There with the help of Xeranther, an Astranthian barrow boy, and Flula, a pari, Rea battles serpent-lilies and blood-sucking banshees, encounters a butterfly-faced woman and blue lizard-men, and learns that Rohan has been captured. Rea also discovers that she is a princess with magic. Only she has no idea how to use it. Struggling with the truth her Amma has kept hidden from her, Rea must solve clues that lead to Rohan, find a way to rescue him, and save Astranthia from a potentially deadly fate. But the clock is ticking. Can she rescue Rohan, save Astranthia, and live to see it all?

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M

Settle in and buckle up for unveiling to you an enlightening and captivating narrative about the trials and tribulations of cohabitation, or, as the Germans call it, Wohngemeinschaft. Not only a guide to survive in a communal living situation, but also a delightful companion for those new to this concept or who want to take a delightful plunge into the past. I explored all the variations during my WG-Odysee or call it an unintentional sociological study over 14 years: 2, 3, 4, 5, 11, and even 20-person Wohngemeinschaften in Zurich, Nizza, Ajaccio, Hamburg, Munich, Montpellier, Orléans, Alicante, Porto, Barcelona, Lund, and Basel. I was extremely privileged to reside within a dynamic community that consisted of a diverse array of individuals, including educators, culinary experts, medical professionals, scientific scholars, dreamers, biologists, as well as hotel managers. Truthfully thankful for these wonderful individuals who have enriched my life and inspired me to write this story.

I think the hardest part about finding someone, that is good for your soul, is never knowing when they will leave. I never lived in that fear, until he was the one who left. But you know, life goes on, until he shows up at my best friends wedding. Looking the same as when I last saw him, just ten years older. Seeing him made me feel like my seventeen year old self again, shorter, with a lot less self respect and a very broken heart. But I guess if two people are meant to be together, they will find their way back to each other, right? Time heals wounds, but does it also heal broken hearts?

In 2029 Neustadt, Herman Hesses diary unveils a world suffocating under the Pandemic of Attention. a global crisis born from humanity's inability to confront their own thoughts, leading to the abstraction from now. The story begins at the night he stumbles upon a mysterious drug dealer who goes by many names; Morpheus, Hafez and the Big Bang. After this encounter he finds himself in a funny situation of not being able to capture himself or his experience in words. Haunted by two major questions; who am i? and what is this conscious experience? poor guy makes his attempt more hopeless as he starts using more complex and precise words and repeating the same truth over and over with different words. however, as he ventures beyond the veil of thoughts, he discovers the astonishing richness of mundane experiences. Ultimately, he uncovers a radical way to break the spell of thoughts; by beheading himself! dissolving the barrier of subject and object. looking for the looker and not finding it

“The reigning queen of historical fiction” -- Fiona Davis, New York Times bestselling author of The Lions of Fifth Avenue The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Huntress and The Alice Network returns with another heart-stopping World War II story of three female code breakers at Bletchley Park and the spy they must root out after the war is over. 1940. As England prepares to fight the Nazis, three very different women answer the call to mysterious country estate Bletchley Park, where the best minds in Britain train to break German military codes. Vivacious debutante Osla is the girl who has everything—beauty, wealth, and the dashing Prince Philip of Greece sending her roses—but she burns to prove herself as more than a society girl, and puts her fluent German to use as a translator of decoded enemy secrets. Imperious self-made Mab, product of east-end London poverty, works the legendary codebreaking machines as she conceals old wounds and looks for a socially advantageous husband. Both Osla and Mab are quick to see the potential in local village spinster Beth, whose shyness conceals a brilliant facility with puzzles, and soon Beth spreads her wings as one of the Park’s few female cryptanalysts. But war, loss, and the impossible pressure of secrecy will tear the three apart. 1947. As the royal wedding of Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip whips post-war Britain into a fever, three friends-turned-enemies are reunited by a mysterious encrypted letter--the key to which lies buried in the long-ago betrayal that destroyed their friendship and left one of them confined to an asylum. A mysterious traitor has emerged from the shadows of their Bletchley Park past, and now Osla, Mab, and Beth must resurrect their old alliance and crack one last code together. But each petal they remove from the rose code brings danger--and their true enemy--closer...

Memories get layered with some more blurry than the others. Some are like people dressed into bringht raincoats, others blend in with the grey street landscape. This book portrays a selection of situations that happened to me or because of me and have been imprinted in my memory in sharp detail. Most of the situations described were considered problematic or dramatic to some degree, once occured. However, not serious enough to be referred to as even first world problems, that ́s why I came up with the term "zero-world problems". Hope you enjoy these short stories and maybe even discover something new about the world and yourself between the lines.

When your only friend is a rich girl who is afraid of other people, that should be enough of an indicator on how much of an introvert you are. Benji is a sixteen year old with no friends except for the girl with too much money for her own good, Tiff. That is until he gets into a car crash and gets paired up with a roommate at the hospital. Can he get along with someone who is mature enough to lock himself into a bathroom for hours just to avoid Benji?

This book - is my offering. Poems do not need to rhyme or look pretty - they have to be ripped out of your soul. With those poems I hope to inspire other people or atleast make them think twice.