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Can't remember exactly, but sometime long ago
The ghost is holding my tree..! And held on
is Always with you. Even if you change cities, villages, places, jobs, you don't leave your back. It's enough to say
So 'wherever he goes, he tells me about it'.
It has become a habit now.. because it is a habit after all
This is something that happens to a person..!
why not

So the said ghost is of 'Munja' type..!
So when an unmarried young man dies prematurely, he transforms himself into a 'Munja'..! And it really means..! Because I don't speak anything other than pure scientific truth. I'm not used to that. In this regard, I have sent many theses to NASA, Royal Society, Harvard, Berkeley etc. And they too
This 'Munja theory' has been strongly supported.
Recently my thesis has also been put in the syllabus there.
That is why the scholars there are honorably inviting me for lectures. But I laugh and refuse. them
That's my humble opinion. They are free to understand that. I have no objection to that.
My objection is actually to the English language..! This objection is philosophical..! When it's time to communicate four sentences in a row in English, I get a fine vibration near my navel..! Which keeps on increasing. And then the feet do not stand firmly on the ground. And there was a feeling of immediate bombardment from the scene..!
But that is not the point here. So please don't create more divisions in this regard. Of course you have the right to refuse this request.
And I agree with that. But still..

So the said ghost was a Marathi writer before his death..
He was going somewhere on a car called Hero Honda.
Suddenly the buffalo came across and it overturned.. and
Then this fanabaz combination of 'already a writer and again Munja' was created.
Baki, when Marathi writers say Paise or Sangham
In the name of fame, all the glory is lit up..! And we can't do anything about it.
Here we have it. Accept it. And to move on..! What else will you do..! After all, it's not like everyone can become something..! And we can't do anything about it either.

The rest of the reason for me to have some trouble with him
No. I have no attitude to trouble.
He has his way. I have my way.
A job is a job. Work is work.
Days are days. Flat is flat.

But then the auspicious days like Saturday, Amavasya etc come and there is some problem..! Then they left me
Compelling to write from div. Something has to be written then.
Then it starts again.
"Don't break the old things..! Remember and remember
don't write Until the end of one sentence, the next sentence came
Should."

I say ok.
It continues.
"How much nonsense do you write? How many descriptions and explanations of events? How much is the spread of words? And what is this language? It's just an explosion of nervousness..! Oh, people read, so we also have some responsibility or not? Why write poison?"

I say ok.
It continues.
"Don't use flashy phrases. Attention by doing so
Seduction hour. It lasts for a long time
No. Don't confuse by using big and heavy sentences..! Mod these sentences..! Make careful sentences..! There is no reason to take too much load of grammar, rules, punctuation etc. Break free. After all Marathi is your own language. If you don't want to play on her shoulders, then whose? Huh??"

I say ok.
It continues.
"Don't have too many characters. It's too much trouble then. It's yours
The characters are just like you.
For example, talking politically correct, not letting the real core of father and birth know, talking without taking names etc..!
Besides, cracking for no reason, pretending, talking about going to the Himalayas..!
Oh, the Himalayas are far away.! And even going there
What will you do? It is starting to melt now..! Look here, small or big..! Tell me what else you will see..! Your eyes dart to your feet..! Maximum thought of tomorrow..! There is no leap beyond that..! What's the use?"

I say ok.
It continues.
"And don't be too quick to liken the senses of a man to a dead mouse..! Because you never know when this mouse will wake up rudely...! He has fooled the good guys..! You are still a child..!"

I say ok.
It continues.
"Daily human contact is gone. There is no dialogue. So don't be shy. Write a story without dialogue.
And the mind feels like a thousand..! A thousand topics come up. Aga na Pichha. An image of one of them
Grab and hold. Shape her. For that
You have to sit on the chair for hours.
It takes discipline. You don't have it. of chimpanzees
The primordial winds still blow through us..
A little too much buzz flows through you.. Control the chimpanzee inside..! What will happen to your image?

Actually what you say brings guilt. Disrupts the brightness.

Then I tell him that Baba knows all this
So you write!

The ghost gets angry at this. Blurs the eyes. Feet all over the house
Keep moving all night long.
Of course, home is also a way of speaking
Suppose it is..! Because this is just a scam
is
A sitting-room, a smart kitchen
And half a bath..! Khalas..! Interior Architecture Aesthetics Pride Allegiances etc ridiculous types
Full crack..! There is no need for that!

Now the ghost is turning over the pile of books.
He will have Narayan Dharpa's books..!
There is no question of getting her..! therefore
It protests from time to time. This time the tone of protest
It is slightly steep.
Because the only screen is starting to sag..!
The pressure of electricity is getting less and more..! The fan is coming suddenly. The final grades are starting to be given. Yellow bulb
Starting to poop. The pages of the books start to flutter. Cockroaches, ants etc. are flying..!
Pali, Koli, etc.
They are sliding behind the curtain like this..!
Later, the ghost continues to roam around till dawn..!
At this time Kafka, Camus or Sangvikar etc. must have been found in the grip of ghost..!

Because of existential crisis or life work
The gray words hit the slab and come back..! For example, what is the purpose of this ghost birth?
Is there any such purpose? Then these
Where do I stand in all the vast expanse of content?
put? what to do What would have been done for existence
Can you find the tuber? If the time flowing in the head stops, will the time flowing around look different? And in which direction will it have to go? Where does the rolling terrain of Saklya begin?
etc. etc.

I sleep with a pillow over my ears. Wake up in the morning
So the pillar of Blender's Pride has been cut in half..!
And glass etc. all washed and kept in pieces..! Failed attempt to destroy evidence..! Sadarhu Bhutan at the weekend
It is known that there was a very colorful program..! There is no point in complaining..! Because I think the old sinner in that area.! Or even shy and so on..! So that's it
There is no other way but to forgive a lot.