Maatijyo

The update for Chapter 23 is now available to read. Feedback is much appreciated!

Maatijyo

We, the children of the divine mother Bharat, are always blessed and grateful to be known by your name, as a part of you. We might be different in religion, ethnicity, caste, gender, and creed. But all our achievements are thanks to your foundation. Happy Independence Day to all the stars of India. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, from the Himalayas to the Ganga, the children of this soil will always bow to you.
          ऊँचा हो इतना, इतना बुलंद हो
          तारों को चूमे तिरंगा

Livin2Write

Hi, mate! Thanks a lot for showing your support towards "invisible string" by voting. I hope you enjoy the tale of Ishaan and Advika.
          
          xoxo!
          Meera Sharma...

Livin2Write

@Maatijyo I understand, mate T__T
            You can still check out whenever you are free <<33
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Maatijyo

@Livin2Write Tbh, the book is promising but my schedule is not, so do not get worried if my notification pops up in between broken cord for the whole year. I really, wish I could complete the book in one-seating, but again cons of being medico are heavier than pros. "cries"
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Maatijyo

And what if Qais Bhat was written in books? A glimpse of the upcoming chapter, that you might fall in love with. 
          
          Anirudh wasn't a gym enthusiast, yet he did consider health as an important factor in his life, but enough to choose stairs over an elevator? He wasn't that fool. However, since the last few days, he felt the oil in his meal was out of the chart, or the reason was his new neighbor. Anirudh pauses; his eyes squint at such absurdity his brain created. Over the last 48 hours, the door he yearned to catch a glimpse of had been closed, making him restless. His ire flared up every time when in society someone mentioned her or any gossip that involved her name. Annoyance reached the edge every time his feet halted to fight for her. Or every time he couldn’t past from the front of her door, unaware if she was fine. People literally had laughed at him when he knowingly had left his shoelace open as an excuse to pause. The desperation reached its limit that on the fifth day, while he came back from the firm, his fingertip had almost touched the series of numeral in his phone, which might have blessed him with the oeuvre elicited from her lips. God, he sure was losing his mind because of this ongoing case, right? Damnit, he wasn’t even on the confirmation stage; he seriously needs to see his psychologist soon.

Maatijyo

Today, we grieve for the lost lives in the plane crash, the heartbreaking news shakes us, leaving the families broken. Children didn't reach back, the doctors who dreamed of saving a life died along with the infant, a wife waited, and a husband never got a chance to share words of love. The crew tried to save, but lost the battle against death. And as we pray for the lost life, we pray for the families left shattered. 
          A request to the people of Ahmedabad, please go and donate blood. Today humanity chooses you, today we all bleed the same.