My village- the stories from a treasury
After my first book, my natives compelled me write about our own village, K. they said; ‘ Dear writer, there are a lot of characters here. we know, u know them. Easope, kamlesh, kunjhamu the genius.. if they were in your story, it will be such a wonderful gift, you can give to us..’
‘ok, ok.. i wil try..’
i replied in a careless mood.
But, after some days, in a night, when i’m sitting my room alone, the stories of my village flied around me like a beautiful angel. it smiled to me. ‘hey handsome, don’t you like me?’ the angel asked.
it was the peak of midnight, then.
i can’t sleep that day.
a lot of village stories flooded to my mind.
my village.
my natives.
mine.
the very next day, i started to write a new novel named, my village- the stories from a treasury.
