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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalThe author of this book is a writer and an aspiring filmmaker with an indiscriminate love for Books, Films, Travel and all things stimulating to the intellect. His parents like to call him ‘Pradyumna‘ ever since they named him that, others however either maim the name beyond recognition or call him something else. Having indulged in many kinds of writing over the years; Creative writing, Technical writing, Content writing, Feature writing, and Writing for Research and Analytics. He has finally decided to write for himself and the Screen.He is the Co-Founder and Director of NavaKshRead More...
The author of this book is a writer and an aspiring filmmaker with an indiscriminate love for Books, Films, Travel and all things stimulating to the intellect. His parents like to call him ‘Pradyumna‘ ever since they named him that, others however either maim the name beyond recognition or call him something else. Having indulged in many kinds of writing over the years; Creative writing, Technical writing, Content writing, Feature writing, and Writing for Research and Analytics. He has finally decided to write for himself and the Screen.He is the Co-Founder and Director of NavaKshitija Enterprises, a company dedicated to propagating Art and Artists.
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In these pages, worlds unwind,
Where thoughts are lost, and time is blind.
Through those dreams and masks, we wear,
You’ll find yourself reflected there.
Syllables dance, a moment shifts,
between the stars, the void, the rifts.
In quiet rooms, in crowded streets,
You’ll hear the hum of life’s repeats.
This book, a door, a glimpse, a key
To what was, is, and yet will be.
Step through the pages, take a chance…
Give ev
In these pages, worlds unwind,
Where thoughts are lost, and time is blind.
Through those dreams and masks, we wear,
You’ll find yourself reflected there.
Syllables dance, a moment shifts,
between the stars, the void, the rifts.
In quiet rooms, in crowded streets,
You’ll hear the hum of life’s repeats.
This book, a door, a glimpse, a key
To what was, is, and yet will be.
Step through the pages, take a chance…
Give every verse a second glance
In these pages, worlds unwind,
Where thoughts are lost, and time is blind.
Through those dreams and masks, we wear,
You’ll find yourself reflected there.
Syllables dance, a moment shifts,
between the stars, the void, the rifts.
In quiet rooms, in crowded streets,
You’ll hear the hum of life’s repeats.
This book, a door, a glimpse, a key
To what was, is, and yet will be.
Step through the pages, take a chance…
Give ev
In these pages, worlds unwind,
Where thoughts are lost, and time is blind.
Through those dreams and masks, we wear,
You’ll find yourself reflected there.
Syllables dance, a moment shifts,
between the stars, the void, the rifts.
In quiet rooms, in crowded streets,
You’ll hear the hum of life’s repeats.
This book, a door, a glimpse, a key
To what was, is, and yet will be.
Step through the pages, take a chance…
Give every verse a second glance
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