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@Kat: *sympathetic nudge* give sum An-kits to your manager *ducks fron An*

Oye Nalayak Student, An-Kits are the best, and Managers do not deserve that... 😆

Arshiyaa: Me want to spam with you, but my finger are occupied...

@Mehr - H20 spillage only today reading your material🤣 - so minor damage compared to my car last night (opps me and parking lots - mucho damage) 🤣

oye haa...dont give your Manager Ankit....oolta aur negative hoh jaye ga/gi LOL

Enjoy Anjana Puttar... 🤗🤗🤗

You going too ... 😭😭😭 but, you will remain more N if you go early 😆 Enjoy your evening... 🤗🤗🤗

I do remember the poor little boy dressed in shabby over sized worn out clothes, unbrushed,rough hair,big black gloomy eyes. Always in her toes, running in and out,doing household chores, working his level best but despite all his efforts he could never satisfy his virago mistress.The boy used to live in a small, dark room of the servant's quarter which was worse than a hovel.From my window his room was clearly visible and often at night I could see a dim light coming out of the window.Out of curiosity one day I peeped in that room and saw the most beautiful scene ever. He was trying to read a torn out book using a torch light. I remember his face,all glowed up with the light of knowledge, I remember his eyes, not gloomy anymore rather it was sparkling like a star.He was all lost in the beautiful world of knowledge and did not even notice my presence. i did not disrupt his concentration and came back to my room. I was thinking how could I help this boy but right then i could hear a hustle and bustle. It was a red herring and I ran outside to see what happened.Oh i remember that night.i remember the contretemps,i remember how brutally his mistress was hitting him, i remember how desperately he was trying to save his book when the sons of his master snatched it away from him. But hey he did deserve the punishment. After all he stole a torch light to overcome the darkness of ignorance. How could someone possibly forgive him? He was a thief and his biggest mistake was he dared to dream. he dreamed of becoming a school man, he dreamed of a decent life, he dreamed of sympathy and help, he dreamed of knowledge. How dare he was. He was trying to change his destiny. No. the elites of this society can never forgive him. He was thrown out of the house that night. He was not given a penny from his salary. i remember him leaving with a small bag, his footsteps were small and tired, his cheeks were wet,his tears were sparkling in the moon light, ahead of him lied nothing but uncertainty and i remember i waited but he did not turn back once.

@ an i m feeling embarassed after reading ur post. how do u ppl write so wonderfully?

Nafy: A writer lives inside you... AWESOME once again. Me in daze like yesterday... Just a small suggestion, go through the story once again, and make some spelling corrections. 😊 Otherwise, PERFECTO. 😊

Originally posted by: arshiyaa

@kat- karan ki deevani tum ho aur uski khabar mujhse puch rahi ho 🤣

god i missed this so much🤣

me going don't want to go 😭 but have to 😭

its 7 here 😭

Originally posted by: nafy_GHT

@ an i m feeling embarassed after reading ur post. how do u ppl write so wonderfully?

Your story has substance and is overflowing with emotions and is quite meaningful Nafy. Mine was written just to use words, you actually worked on the story, and it clearly shows how you developed it. It's sheer beauty.