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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalBorn and brought in small village in Odisha, Satyapriya Badatya comes from a lower middle class joint family. Being an introvert and empiricist mindset always tries to find his place. That pushed him to pick Books as his best friend. He finds comfort in between lines.Spends most of his time thinking about life and Philosophical matters. One thing is very clear in his mind "Being alone and Be with Yourself are two different things".This is his very first book written by him and its about there is one thing beyond death and it is Life itself.Read More...
Born and brought in small village in Odisha, Satyapriya Badatya comes from a lower middle class joint family. Being an introvert and empiricist mindset always tries to find his place. That pushed him to pick Books as his best friend. He finds comfort in between lines.Spends most of his time thinking about life and Philosophical matters. One thing is very clear in his mind "Being alone and Be with Yourself are two different things".This is his very first book written by him and its about there is one thing beyond death and it is Life itself.
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Before the first star learned its name, before time decided to flow forward instead of inward, the universe made a quiet agreement with itself: everything would follow a pattern—yet nothing would be simple. This is the paradox at the heart of existence. Every atom obeys a law, every galaxy spins along a curve written long before its birth, and still—somewhere between cause and consequence—choice flickers like a forbidden spark. we are nothing as compared
Before the first star learned its name, before time decided to flow forward instead of inward, the universe made a quiet agreement with itself: everything would follow a pattern—yet nothing would be simple. This is the paradox at the heart of existence. Every atom obeys a law, every galaxy spins along a curve written long before its birth, and still—somewhere between cause and consequence—choice flickers like a forbidden spark. we are nothing as compared to this cosmic scale still life exist like a spark in darkness.
Before the first star learned its name, before time decided to flow forward instead of inward, the universe made a quiet agreement with itself: everything would follow a pattern—yet nothing would be simple. This is the paradox at the heart of existence. Every atom obeys a law, every galaxy spins along a curve written long before its birth, and still—somewhere between cause and consequence—choice flickers like a forbidden spark. we are nothing as compared
Before the first star learned its name, before time decided to flow forward instead of inward, the universe made a quiet agreement with itself: everything would follow a pattern—yet nothing would be simple. This is the paradox at the heart of existence. Every atom obeys a law, every galaxy spins along a curve written long before its birth, and still—somewhere between cause and consequence—choice flickers like a forbidden spark. we are nothing as compared to this cosmic scale still life exist like a spark in darkness.
'There is nothing left for him here. From the day he born to till now only thing he got from this world is suffering. He can't even live with his true identity in this cruel society.His father who was supposed to save him and his mother, became Monster to them. When he tried to find love like everyone else, one beat him to hell and other one took his Kidney, guess what still this brutal world wasn't satisfied with this, it took away his mother from him. After
'There is nothing left for him here. From the day he born to till now only thing he got from this world is suffering. He can't even live with his true identity in this cruel society.His father who was supposed to save him and his mother, became Monster to them. When he tried to find love like everyone else, one beat him to hell and other one took his Kidney, guess what still this brutal world wasn't satisfied with this, it took away his mother from him. After all that when death is waiting for him right in front of the door, why are you stopping him?', Pony asked
'Gugu are you also agree with Pony? Why are you silent?' J&J asked
'What is wrong with us guys? a happy beautiful life is waiting for him out there. Instead of encourage him to live we are pushing him to death. What kind of friends we are.This world is beautiful and life is a roller-coaster ride. Love, Joy fullness, Happy tears making is more magical and meaningful. We all are dead and only living in his memory, we have no right to make a decision for him.'
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