Amit Choudhary
DEDICATED TO
MY MOM AND DAD
“Losing is part of life. Sometimes we lose friends, sometimes we lose the people we love, sometimes we lose money and sometimes we lose something which we like the most.”
Amit Choudhary
Amit
CHAPTER-1
THE UNKNOWN BEAUTY
Are we really happy?
Is everything going accordingly?
Well, these are few questions which are currently hitting my mind.
Life always gives us a second chance to come back on the road of success. In simple words that chance is known as tomorrow. Life is full of chaotic struggles and the road to success is full of barriers known as problems.
There is two type of people in this world one who tries to cross these barriers and improve themselves in every manner, and one is those who don’t even try to come near to these barriers as they think they can’t win and failure will stop their life.
Some work of time blossoms our life and some make it the worst.
It’s a fact that our own life is not in our control, it is always controlled and influenced by others in some manners. We can only keep a few things secret from others and pass our life as time passes.
These were some of the thoughts which were hitting my mind again and again but suddenly the waiter arrived and said ‘here is your coffee sir’ I said thanks to him with a glint on my face. He placed my favorite coffee on my table –a frothy cappuccino.
I touched the rim of the coffee cup with my fingertip and again wanted to dive into the ocean of my thoughts, but my mobile phone ringed. It was my friend Krupa and she urgently wanted to meet me at her place. She said Vidushi was also with her.
As it was an emergency according to Krupa, I have to rush to her place.
Well, now I have to leave the café and go back to her home and solve the problem of my friend. I paid my bill and walked till the door to leave the café.
But I saw a beautiful girl coming to the café and I wanted to talk to her as she was having a great glow on her face –a glow of confidence. She sat on a table and asked the waiter to serve her a cup of black coffee.
Her voice was beautiful as she was a human Koel bird.
The waiter served her a cup of black coffee, she said thank you in her pretty voice and then wrapped her hands around her warm, soothing cup of coffee. I strolled to the counter asked the owner of the café about her name!
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Life is a beautiful Story.
General FictionThis is the story of a boy who is in love with a girl named Vidushi. But when the hero named Krishna founds that her life is in danger because of him he fight with all of his enemies and conquers her love. What he do to finally get his love makes th...
