PROLOGUE

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Near the mountains were thich vegetations was there, a hut was on fire and screems were coming from inside of the hut, there war a woman who was pregnent and was having labour pains. She was wearing dark blue colour saree with golden border in 2 strips. As the flams rose high the screem would increase, there was no one to help her, to save her, flames had rosed very high as if covering all the sides of the hut like curtains as no one should penitrate through it to see whats happning inside. The flames rose so high and we hear a deadly screem and no sooner the screem vanished we hear the cry of the baby. And with that first cry of the baby the rains started pouring heavily and nature dancing with heavy blowing wind in so much happiness that they could not describe, as if what they were praying for from centuries had now finally happened. As if this new born has given them hope for peace. All the forces of nature were celebrating the birth of the new born.

Somewhere in the mountains an old aged man was strolling around near the forest on the road when suddenly it started pouring cats and dogs, he took shelter in a nera by tea stall. As he observed the nature he smiled widely and said to himself in his mind that the soul has taken birth and when time will come destiny would bring the soul to its ultimate destination. He will just have to wait till the time comes.


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