"Life doesn't give any chance of crying standing still at a point. Sometimes, we have to collect the pieces while collapsing," ~author
So, basically this story is a sequel of my work, "Flourishing while floating". Despite that this story can be read...
Collecting while collapsing, the name resembles a peculiar pattern which might feel known to my readers. The reason is this story is a sequel of Flourishing while floating.
The life of an actor has to much to get explored. I guess, I lack in exploring the profession of my male lead. So, this is an attempt to compensate him and the writer inside myself.
Nothing much I have to say since blurb is there for this job, but I want to convey one promise at which I stand constant, and that's readers don't have to be at cliffhanger for an uncertain period of time. I will complete the story before you can sense so.
I believe that I can make it a sweet and simple sequel. More than that, I believe it can serve my purpose of seeking wellbeing of my special one.
So, welcoming all of you to you a sweet love story which is going to restore its sweetness after facing a rough phrase of struggle.
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So readers, here's the first part.
Put forward your opinion if you wish.
Dear Lord Mahadev,
I had started my story, Flourishing while floating on the auspicious occasion of Maha Shivaratri. The story is deeply connected to water which is a medium to worship you.
Today, on the first monday of holy Shravan month I am presenting the sequel of Flourishing while floating, wishing all wellbeing of my lifeline.
