Kehte hai Pyar Andha Hota hai…Pyar koi Bandhan nahi manta…woh to ho haata hai…Agar woh ho jaata hai to kyon hota hai...Mujhe nahi pata Maan…na he main kabhi jaan payungi…Aur na keh paaungi…Apke liye mere ek Darr ne…Ek mazboori ne…Mujhe aapse baandh diyaa…Woh mazboori jisse na nikal pane k liye aap mazboor hai…...Jo shaayad kabhi khatam nahi hogi…..Ja agle he pal khatam ho jaaye…...Aise he ek pal main maine barson pehle sabh kho diyaa tha…Au raise he ek pal main maine aap ko paya hai…Jo apke liye to mazboori ban gaya hai…...Apki mazboori ne mujhe Duniya ki Adaalat main Apko apna Sajan banaanay per mazboor kar diyaaa…Aap kush nahi kar sakke…Per kissi din ussi Adaalat main aap ne mujge fir se Khadda kar diya to …Kya kahungi main…Apne Sajan se…Kyonki kush keh paaun…Woh haq Uper waale ne mujhse pehle he sheen liya…
Idea from where I get this ?
Buddies this is original creation... nothing to do with any other fiction..But it is based on a true incident.A true story of livin legend. But the circumstances he gone through that is my inspiration.But other things r only my thinkin.I m daring to rite...it gonna rock or not..I don't know. A story of Speechless Creatures.One think most important In my any fiction.I never let Maan Singh Khuraana a weak n middle class person...It may b other thing that Circumstances may b different...same here.Coz for me MSK is a aristocratic angry young man...Man of morals...who runs his lif on his own terms ...But not every time...Haalat Insaan ko mazboor kar detay hai...how ..lets see..how She makes his mazboori...her way to liv...
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Chapter One
Setting
A far away hilly area village ..some where in Himachal Pardesh.Where lif means a struggle. Struggle with self. This place has seen every aspects of nature Nature's smile n Nature's wrath. Hugh silver oak trees always remain such…standing…lik guarding the beauty of this place….The cool breeze gently touches bright yellow daffodils…lik forcing many suns to come down n dance. White lilies accompany them lik Moons can't liv without those suns …Bright Orange Gulmohars n scented cream Guldaudis spread lik carpets on earth….But this place is same where if nature gives ..same ruins…During winters ..where snow storms…force people to liv inside..thinking whether they gonna hav something to eat next time.Cloudbrusts,land slides, flood also nature giv…But people r happy coz whole world for them is here.What they hav they hav nothing more needed
Characters to be introduced
Rano : A middle aged lady lives with her daughter.Having no one other in her lif except her daughter.She stitches cloths for village people..A local boy Rahul who works in a woolen cloths show room at Shimla.Supply her with stock of wool yawns at weekend.As after staying for six days at Shimla.Rahul comes home at Saturday evenings n goes back Monday morning. Hand knitted cloths r much in fashion. Rano knits caps, mufflers, sweaters for his shop.He takes knitted cloths from last week's stock …when he came to supply her new stock.
Geet: Rano's 22 year old daughter.Have Hazel eyes n fair complex.lik nature has bestowed Geet with her whole treasure...Who works as a typist in A small apple juice factory 9 km away from this village…She works there for 4 days..as production is not much these days.Other days she helps her mother to knit cloths n other works outside home
Both mother n daughter r hard workers.Hence they r livin a quite liv happily.There dreams r not too big…so they hav enough to liv.
Saturday Evening
Rano was knitting her one of last caps from previous week's supply.She was in hurry so she decided to knit even late nite.Coz she had to sew cloths for Mona's wedding early next week.This is a huge order as marriage was arranged in hurry. Mona was Shankar Kaka's younger daughter Shankar Kaka local postman.Kaka got a suitable boy at Shimla so he was in hurry as upcoming winters gonna interrupt marriage if delayed more.Geet was cheeking some details to be typed .She had a type writer provided by office as she had much to type.
Rano: Geet beta mere madad ke de…tere pass to kal ka din hai…kar lenna kaam…yeh order pura karna hai..is ko pura karva do..fir apna kaam kar lena…..
Geet came smilingly n she started to knit other cap.Her hands had been much ruf ..Finger prints from tips had been disappered by continuously workin on type writer..as she also do extra work on it… every document required by villagers was duty of Geet to b typed.n she really gav her best.She couldn't say no..coz good had taken words from her.
Rano: Geet dekh in unn k gollon ( wool yawns ) per Devi Maa ki photo k sticker hai ….log yeh bhi nahi sochte..bhagwaan ko kyo hum aadar nahi detay.Aab in stickers ko uun hee phank nahi sakte..aisa karna kal jaakar Zheel ( lake) main jal parvah kar denna
Geet gav her response ny nodded her head in positive way..n closing her eyes.
Rano smiled n hugged her daughter
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