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"Run away! My feet are giving away. Run as fast as you can." she told her sons. Her feet were bleeding. She could not wait any longer. They were reluctant. "Run away. Mingle with that crowd. Some people known to us are there. They will keep you safe. If God wills, we will meet again. We will meet again someday," saying so she pushed them away with force. She watched their receding backs getting smaller and smaller. Then hiding behind a clump of grass, she collapsed in a sea of tears. Will she meet her sons again? Read on... The stories grip and invite you to lose yourself in its pages. Prof. SujataABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dr. Sapna Deb is a doctor and a creative writer based in Shillong, Meghalaya, in India. She believes in the underlying unity of all living beings and wishes to spread this message of love through her writings. -
About The Book
God, I knew.That one moment-hanging like unfinished poetry between us for months-our eyes locked, our breaths in sync, the silence louder than any confession And We Met Again (Story of Rudra and Shaivi) moves like an undercurrent- soft on the surface, impossible to ignore beneath it.@yourshivanisingh
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Dreams and Paradise One a passage to the other An escape to nowhere or a prison of memories The Dreamers predicted a calamitous time for Bandahar Will their premonitions come true? Will Prince Vikrant succeed in rescuing Ishanya from Jahar? Will Shikhanderi succeed in defeating the mighty Karmachakra? To discover the answers read the thrilling sequel to 'Aranghya & Jahar'
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Evil Sorcerer or Tyrant? Mercenary or Warrior Prince? Songstress or Mythical Nymph? Three Protagonists conjoined by the wrath of a wasteland create an unprecedented history Only one thing stands between an evil sorcerer and his will to destroy a flourishing empire -Shikhanderi's love for Ishanya Will Shikhanderi's quest for his identity rock the very foundations of Bandahar? Will Shikhanderi and Ishanya's love ever see light in the darkness that is Jahar? From a debut writer, comes a thrilling tale of adventure, myth, and fantasy
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Here I have My heart with all that it holds with all that it has gone through with all that it has learned so far with all that it has to offer you here is my heart trying to connect with your heart and trying to tell you the story of My Life by attaching My stories with your stories let our stories be the stories of hope no matter what we go through in life and no matter how broken we are at any point in life Let’s blossom like the wildflowers and let others Bloom with us let ours be the story of kindness let ours be the story of truth let ours be the story of oneness let ours be the story of gratitude let ours be the story of Bonding and let ours be the story of love.
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This is her first book i.e. a collection of the poems written by her since she was 8 year old till turning 9. This book is the gift from her family on her 10th birthday for 28th May 2024. Through this book, we would like to acknowledge and appreciate the hard work & her Passion.
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It was 10th April 1986, a Thursday morning. Dr. Motilal Gupta was on his way to Connaught Place for some business work. As he dropped his wife near the stairs of the Shirdi Sai Baba temple at Lodhi Road, New Delhi, an inner voice called upon him to climb up too. He was drawn inside and as he stood in front of the sanctum sanctorum, for the very first time, he felt that he was born in this world only to be Sai’s devotee. A gold-medallist from Banaras Hindu University and a successful businessman renounced his business and established Shirdi Sai Baba Temple Society at Faridabad to spread the message of Sai Baba, that of love and service. Today the NGO serves the underprivileged by providing free-of-cost – quality education to 2000 needy children through its two schools, health care through its 18 dispensaries, vocational training with placements, organizes mass marriages for couples from disadvantaged sections of the society and distributes clothes & sanitary napkins in the far flung villages of the country. This biography is a tribute to this saint whose benedictions come true as the outstanding philanthropist is in union with Sai Baba.
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It is 1800 BCE Saraswati Valley civilization is at its peak. River Saraswati flows in the a with speed of a horse, coming down from the great him a want and brings to her dwellers prosperity and fertility. It’s a tale of our forefathers, beginning and an end of an ancient civilization which buried itself with great knowledge and many kingdoms, with their stories which we are still unfolding. Epic tale of King gavi is one such tale complete with all human virtues and vices. It starts with revenge, followed by greed and gets over with a lesson which mankind learns and unlearn. Most of all it’s a story of a young man who achieves the unimaginable, who was just a commoner of aushni city and made a mercurial rise towards its throne. A new metal is discovered in a; shiny, sharp, tough, you can make just about anything from it- ayas. Every king of a wants to be the owner of its mines. As ayas is progress, ayas is power; ayas will help create most destructive weapons, which will in turn make any king the great conqueror of a gavi, as well, covets to create an enormous empire by taking control of the newly discovered metal- ayas. Bhave and Maya two very important women of gavi’s life- who will stay with him? And who will leave? Will gavi take control of all the mines of a? Will gavi conquer all the kingdoms? And win the last war with as and IV at? What lies at the end, victory or complete destruction? Will the discovery of ayah the new metal will be the reason for the disappearance of river Saraswati from the face of mother Earth?.
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About The Book
These stories are not autobiographical. They are not entirely fictional, either. Like most stories worth reading, they live somewhere in between. They were written by eight people who paid close attention to the world and then made things up in the gaps. The emotions are real. The places are real. The specific sequences of events and the named characters… those are ours alone, invented or transformed beyond recognition in the way that all writing eventually transforms its sources. Each writer here came to this collection with a different question burning in their chest. Some of us wanted to understand grief. Some of us wanted to understand ambition, or cowardice, or the strange mathematics of belonging somewhere. Some of us just wanted to tell a story that had been sitting with us for too long, taking up space. We did not set out to write for a particular kind of reader. We wrote for whoever might need what we were making… and trusted that such a person existed. If you are reading this, it seems that trust was not misplaced. A note on the title: it is a provocation, not a verdict. None of us believes our stories are bad. We believe the word “bad” has been used for too long to keep certain kinds of honesty out of certain kinds of rooms. We are reclaiming it the way you reclaim any word that has been used against you… by stepping inside it and refusing to flinch. Read in any order. Come back to whatever unsettles you. We will be here.— Dweep, Agam, Aarya, Shirin, Sujaag, Kuber, Arzoo & Maulik
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