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Acknowledgements

I simply try to sketch my thoughts. I love to float as lively mind. A mind can be always young. Human beings have the quality to overcome the worst condition even. They never fail and forget to smile. The rainbow of life reflects its multicolor and we are tremendously encoded in our reactions. Life is all about beauties and silky imaginations. I am here to explore silky beauties of life those are ornamental through the eyes of the writers and readers. My poems are also connected to sad memories, blasts of experiences, and joys. I try to feel the depth of words of other writers.

I started writing when I was studying at university level. I was actually inspired by realities of life those were always knocking me to write on the plots I was facing through the footsteps in the journey of my life from then and now. Some were mocking at my spot and thought that I would be in obstacles permanently and they were keeping totally such a wrong idea that I would die within some years and these baseless and unwanted demotivating thoughts reflected my mind to write creatively on the loving faces I always tried to mix with as a very caring one. They tried to omit my heartland's sketches with their obnoxious disheartening cruelty and tried to make me socially deserted. This was really very painful and unbearable.

My family members supported me the most. Especially my own sister and my mother inspired me to write accordingly and their mental support helped me to write soulfully. My father always told me to keep honesty in my writing. At that time four of my teachers as well as well-wishers inspired me directly and indirectly to write and publish my frozen works especially DFA sir of DU, MAN, IJ, IS ma’am of EWU; ZH, MA sir of EWU, GRS sir of JU, late KAH sir of JKKNIU( formerly at SEU) and HK sir of SEU. I should mark another personality whom I consider always as my well-wisher and he is DSMH (brother and former colleague of CUB) of JKKNIU and he parched me always to write rationally.

Literally, when a disposition patiently tries to fire the earned reputation and social status and belongings those are the core essentials of any guy, give threats to make lifeless strangling the throat indirectly; earthly existence becomes a burning question at this stage of consequence. I got the final motivation to write this book particularly because of this reason. I lay here to let others know the runny words of my long-time suffering and struggle. I believe that my well-wishers are waiting to see my bloom as a sign of their happiness. I have got enormous ache and an unpleasant scent of unexpected and unwanted hating sometimes works on them. This seems to be bit confusing but behind the veil the original fact is what I have described here. May our creator keep me healthy and alive for many days so that I can let them know I am taking fresh breath still now. I am not disappointed and still love them all. Your pain and insult can be my replica of next sunny happiness.