His Purpose✔(SwaSan)

His Purpose✔(SwaSan)

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A feeling of purpose is beautiful because a life without purpose is not a life which is worth living... This is the story of Sanskar Maheshwari....a story in which he discovers the purpose of his life after his wife leaves him for her sister.
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It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt suspended in time. I was sitting alone on the Ghat of the Ganga, where the world seemed to fall away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the river and the soft rustling of leaves. The evening air was cool, carrying a faint scent of earth and water. No one came here, and that's why I liked it. It was my moment of solitude, my moment to think. As I sat, I found myself lost in a thought I often wondered about-what is love, really? What does it feel like? Is it just a fleeting rush of emotions, a spark of passion that fades with time? Or is it something deeper, something timeless that lives beyond the moments of life we know? And then, something caught my eye. A couple, walking hand in hand by the riverbank, their steps slow and in sync. Their silence was profound, but there was a conversation happening in the space between them-one that didn't need words. Their eyes spoke volumes, telling a story of something much larger than what they were. It wasn't just love; it was destiny. As I watched them, I realized that they weren't just together for this life; they were destined to be together across many lifetimes. In their gazes, I could feel the weight of time-how their love wasn't bound by the confines of one birth. No, this was love that had spanned the ages, something that would live on long after their bodies had returned to the earth. It was written in the stars, sealed by fate. Their presence, so quiet yet so full of meaning, reminded me of the story I'd been chasing-a story of souls bound together through time, of love that couldn't be erased, even by the greatest of obstacles. As I sat there, I realized I had found the heart of the story I needed to tell. It wasn't just about the people; it was about the journey, the connection, and the love that survives everything-even time itself.

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