merciless life

Real life is not like a story but sometimes it is more worthy of storytelling.In stories,the storyteller draws the colour of the story in the weaving of his words than the story of life and the artist who meets in life becomes the colour of the story

Like the rise and fall of the waves, the movement of life is also very restless. Somewhere his full rain, somewhere his bitter thirst in the scorching sun, somewhere he was rows and rows of jhaupalas and acacia trees, somewhere he is like a desert of hot sand under his feet! Sometimes his eyes filled with surprise, sometimes he was suddenly injured!

Two arrows of life - on one side someone laughs successfully, on the other side someone may be frustrated. Some may find happiness in the midst of disappearing in life, some may finding happiness in the flow of eternal life. Life is one but what a very different way of life!

A life catches our eye in different currents, in different forms Or, sometimes we also play the role of his skilled artist. A reflection of life has been made with some stories That reflection shows many forms of life, many twists Life has matched its innumerable stalks - life is like that