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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
My intention in writing this book was just that I could explain all these things. As far as the book goes, it makes its way to study, then its path gets expanded. They talk about mountains, rivers and history. While talking about dealing with the dilemmas of life, this book contains all the essays and knowledge without which life is probably incomplete. There is no big collection, it is as much as it should be. Let me write and win it somewhere. Humsafar is many, but there is no harmony from the book. Especially when it comes to the study book, you will not understand …… because completely If there is a book full of study, then the readership will be reduced automatically. That is why there are some interesting things in this book, there are some historical stories that are capable of creeping. Learning, speculating and living the present of life. If there is skill, then there is passion and enthusiasm to fight it. What is essay? Is it the poignancy or enthusiasm of one person or the lifestyle of a group. It is an article which is not written in the form of a story and should not have the ability to read.
Dharendra Ratandeep
Suddenly the door opens, I cross the threshold, stories spread far and wide. From the queues of those stories, I have to choose a story, weave it. All this comes out of my heart yard, when I think deeply about them. All dreams are made of one story and just one story. However, many riots continue in my body from my Malay, and in my heart of my heart. The window that opens the door is closed, why is it not known, it remains tight. Even faster than cloud burst, thunder, roar, creation goes on till my inner self. I and only I bring the chariot of my mind to a frontier while shaking. Now where do I go next? It takes me some time to decide but I do not delay in walking. Depth is the ground, many skies are peculiar to me, but I do not panic, I do not worry. As I move my feet, the land becomes clear, the sky glows brightly. My chariot has two wheels, fitted with "thoughts and ethics". A strong saddle horse, one of the sun's horses, moves my chariot.
A story comes out after burning as many diaries, how many letters, as many articles ashes. Perhaps she must have gone out of the same fire burning many articles, diaries, letters. The connection of the story and life is somewhat about the water and the character, without each other it does not matter. There are two types of stories, one from the village and the other from the city. These two can never meet each other, because their characters do not eat filth among themselves, the regional language is different, economics is disturbed. Often the characters of many stories come from the dense forests, come down to heaven, climb the Himalayas. But my creations come with hot creaking tracks, a rail connecting two sociology. Some seas that are full of stories, they start to create a tide in me and I walk a little bit to write my story. I get worried when I carry such weighty tasks on my shoulder, but only I am a meaningful runner of my own stories.
