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প্রহর(PRAHARA)(TIME)

SinchanBanerjee

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Reads 83
Votes 6
Parts 8
Time 9m

SinchanBanerjee

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It's not a story,it's a bunch of poems. Each poem describes a particular time of a day. According to "VEDAS",a full day has 8 total parts.They are called "PRAHARA".Each of them consits 3 hours of time.4 of them are in the part of "DINACHARIYA"(Day time) and other 4 are of "RATRICHARIYA"(Night time).
   Besides,every poem style is different than each other. Cause we can describe things with the help of different type,style,tradition,rituals and many more for a particular thing,to make sequence more perfect and touchy. That's why I studied about many traditional facts,rituals,contries and more to get the specimen for to apply here to make it feel the best as much as possible for me. So u can find vibes of many different countries, religions etc etc different in each of them.
    So here are those poems by which I tried to uphold the vibes of different times of a full day.All Rights Reserved

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Journey to the Old Era (Drisana's Mahabharat #1) by Raffesia

Drisana has always felt like she's in the wrong place, wrong time. Why? That has no answer. After her parents death, adventure lover Drisana has been travelling around the world to find peace in her heart which has always been missing. But things take a drastic change when she comes to visit the place that her parents belonged to, where she was born. One moment she was in the basement of her parental house and the next she somehow tumble through a energy portal to 5157 years back in time in the Dwapar yug, badly injured, right on the hands of the legendary heroes of Mahabharat, Pandavs. What is she doing there? How she reached from Kaliyug to Dwapar yug and why? Many more things are running through her mind and all she got from the mortal disguise of Lord Narayan, Krishna is, "Tum etihas ka hissa nahi balki etihas rachne aayi ho. Apni vaggya ka racaita tum khud ho. " (You're not part of the history. Rather you have come to create the history. You're the writer of your own destiny.) *********** Familiar with the Mahabharat? Don't worry if you're not. I've added a short description of the original Mahabharat plot in the book for those. This story will follow the original mahabharat storyline but in a vastly different way with a lot of twists and events in my style. 😉 I'm aware Mahabharat holds religious sentiments for some and I do not INTEND to offend anyone. This is for entertainment purpose only. So don't get serious or offended please. And I apologise in advance if you feel hurt by any content of the book.

The Twisted Tales by LuciferKreuger

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Subhadra

First time writing a story ✌😜 Turns out it's really hard Shout out to all writers in the world I'm not sure I can write a prolog or epilog so just dive right in. The story goes around Subhadra a lot bcs she is the main character. Btw I'm not Hindu or Indian so if there is something odd in my story, please kindly let me know. I love Subhadra so much so I decided to write this story. I like how subhadra got portrayed by a lot of people since I've been reading a lot of Subhadra stories a lot (the fan made one) whether it's on wattpad or other site. I also try to read the Mahabharata at the Subhadra haran part tho I end up reading more than that, so I thought why not try to make one also? Though my portrayal about her is more bubly and mortal humanly, I have no intention to hurt anyone feelings, so yeah I hope you all like it. Being a reader myself I comment a lot on how I like thing or I do not like things. Turns out for me it's really hard to please my self, I write this after so many revisions. Still I didn't feel it's good enough and then I gave up and publish this. So yeah if you seen lots of mistakes, let me know I'll try to fix it. 😏👌 I hope you guys find the story fun and exciting 😘 Thank u for even reading this Peace out✌✌✌