publisher have blind faith on me that I can write small stories too as I am expert on long once. but I know this is very tough job. bczz in this job you have to define all emotions in such a short words.
(in our life we always try to understand each and everything but sometimes we fail to understand those mysteries which is related to us..As human being I also try this but I was also failed in it…sometimes in our life we have to sacrifice our own desires. I also did it. My life changed from there I saw many upside down I feel alone till now. And this loneliness inspire me to write something..those converted in beautiful stories..some good frnz want to publish it and they convinced me for this..and my stories converted in books..a story books)
(I was wrote those books..and as time passed my books famous in between this world..Thier is huge fan following of my books as well as mine..bczz now people love me for my writing..Although my profession is different but this is waist to write it here.. right now I am on my way to Darjeeling for some work. But still I remember my promise which was I kept to my readers. That v. soon I’ll gift them a new and different story. I also don’t know what I am going to write but I want to write which will be amazed my readers which is they never expect me.. I decided to write that story on my this journey. Don’t know which new thing waits me on this journey)
(I am still thinking about my new story.. I am not deciding the characters.. How I portrait my boy in this story and how his dream girl look likes? I don’t know what kind of story I am going to present..how I am going to describe that dream girl?is she very soft hearted girl whom love everything and enjoy her life at every moment? Or is she kind of girl whom survive in her difficult life.. but rite now I am not thinking about heroes character
(as always in my books girl name is manvi so same as I always give boy name as virat. May be destiny write something different in our life. Yes now her name write with someone else.i remember the day when I had received her marriage card. I didn’t had courage to attend her marriage. And I know no one bother with it. Now may be manvi happily enjoy her married life. But no one can stop me to write our name in my stories .so I always choose these names. I choose virman for both of us..today she is not with me but I feel her in my heart my soul.. I just write these stories but my heart atomatically deels her presence and always try to write for her.as like manvi somewhere encourage it to write for her.
(now I have crossed siliguri and now here my manvi come to disturb me again..she push me again to write something..)
>without my parents and friends.it was tracking camp. I met her first time over there. In those 15days tour I passed my 2 days to recall or learnt so many members name.whom was on that tour..and next two days to knew them.whom were good whom were bad and so on.while I was absorbed every one suddenly my heart push me to talked with her want to know her.before I took a step she came forward and want to know me. Her meschifious and kiddish nature attract me towards her. I was lost in her deeply though I missed to much b’ful natural senries which was passed on in our journey)
(she enjoyed her trip a lot she loved tracking and want to capture all natural beauty in her camera..she was to much talkative .. we both were alone and still on our way to reached our destination.suddenly wether became changed.it was near 1 o’clock but it seems like dark night.a sun want to play hide and seek with us. We both walked towards our destination and tried to maintain dictance b/w us.but that horrifying wether some how forced us to walked together..we want to crossed that horrifying valley as soon as possible but we were failed..because at that time it was heavily rain started on our way…)
(and it turns into snow fall. Se were stucked In that snow fall. Manvi scared at that time and she suddenly came close to me.now that time we felt for eachother. Somehow finaly We searched a small hut.and we took sheltered in that hut)
