The new start part 2

In literary language it is called sfulling. But it was going to be cheap for 75 rupees. However, if genius is to be 'awakened, it has to be serviced by the Linga of the intellect or the brain. I mean, the cigarette came. Many celebrities in Marathi say they drink. We would have drunk too. But the country's economy is very fragile, so how will ours be? One hears words like currency inflation. But if we are not ready to see the currency, where is the inflation? Finally we decided to write the story.

There was no question of plot. The question was how to fit that story in just three thousand five hundred words. In the end, everyone wrote a separate story. Then it was grafted on what seemed good in it. Gharu had not written the story. Ashok's story ends in 500 words. So the story of the rebellion is the plot of the novel. 40 foolscap pages. In that, my story was almost 3500 words - to be exact three thousand five hundred and thirty two words. Gharu was employed in the audit department of Central Building during holidays. He calculated this final figure word by word. We unanimously modified the same and settled the story in three thousand four hundred and ninety seven words and decided the name. Now the author's name. Ashok immediately Draw the cards. The leaves were divided and the Queen of Ispik came to me. Satti, Durri Ni Tirri to the rest of the public. Then the author's name also became ours. We registered the matter as AD and forgot everything after receiving the AD receipt. Bandu created a sensation once. "Oh! I know! Are these editors thieves? An editor even changed many stories in the story competition and sent them in his own name on Diwali. An editor never pays; But the commission eats into the rewards too." Fortunately, this magazine didn't turn out that way, but we got another reward. Not only was there a clipping from Yathavash Magazine, but the prize came, plus an invitation to write again! We just relaxed. One fate of the rebellion, however, came true. Due to the extension of the deadline for the story competition, the postponement of the result date due to the coming of the story, so much time has passed that in the meantime, we have almost B. A. And so on, my father had started throwing boards with the grace of the government. Pretty much in a nationalized bank. One day the print of that magazine came out. In that Lakhota there was another Lakhota. Accompanying letter from the editor. 'We are sending the enclosed letter written in your name to us.' I also opened the letter, wondering what it might be. Dear Mr. Author, read the prize story in your issue of 'Saubhagyavati'. First of all, congratulations on winning the prize for writing this story. (The characters were women, but when this 'Karte' confirmed the femininity of the letter writer, heaven remained only two fingers. Evitevi danced and came to the window. The question was only to move two fingers forward and swing towards the road. The real catch was ahead. First of all, the word The importance should have been realized.) Writer should write, get rewards; But while doing so, one should be careful not to do injustice to anyone. You have portrayed my story perfectly in your story; But further this story is completely fictional, in the story, If the character is related to any living or dead person, it should be considered a coincidence.

 He also proved his own cowardice by writing like this. anyway The satisfaction in it is that at least a writer with a good writing style should take a hand in my life story. And so on and so forth. Your humbl Medha Factory. I collapsed in a rush, dead, bombed, fell, 'Oh! What a joke, Sala. We created the name of our heroine by grafting the names of our college queen Medha Agashe and our friend Ramesh Karkhanis. Nayak's name was created by adding the surname of the vice principal to the name of the principal of the college. And this woman directly accuses Bhalte. The voice should be heard under the ear. No, damages, a molestation lawsuit I used to go to work. I removed the woman's ear and the area below it from my mind. A letter was scribbled. Something was written along the lines of misunderstanding, coincidence, etc., there was no purpose. Heard your name for the first time. We also added names drawn by lotteries etc. and removed these thoughts from our minds. Although I forgot this, destiny did not forget and the young woman named Medha Karkhanis did not forget at all.