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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalToday, it’s the Great Lockdown due to corona virus epidemic, and while cleaning out my cupboard I found my first ever diary in which I had mentioned the events of my first love. I don’t even wanted to read it again because it was something like worst dreams for me. It is rather another random half-love story, which took some drastic changes. I myself couldn’t believe on these incidents happening with me at such a small age. I actually had a good luck, whatever I wished to do, or tried to do, I always succeeded in it. I don’t know what happened with my luck this time. Well, let me take you to the November month of 2016.
Kunal Kumar Sonkar
I am not much interested in telling a lot about myself in the introduction. I had my royal entry into this world in the city of steel, Jamshedpur, on 31st October 2003. I was born in a well-developed tribal family (khatik family) where most of the people of our community had their own business or shops, but not well-educated. I had a lot of cousins who were even 30 years older than me. I was very lucky to get everything before I wished. But the only thing which I could never get was freedom to share every incident with my parents. My parents wanted me to study and become an engineer but I did not care about anything. I was a boy with my own dreams and wished to become an entrepreneur rather than working for someone else. However, later I changed my dream and wanted to become a cricketer. I am not a professional writer, but I had my own diary (since December 2016) in which I kept a record of each and every date and events which happened that time. I generally wrote to share all those instances with my diary because according to Anne Frank paper has more patience than humans and they even keep everything secret and even because I could never share those instances with my family members.
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