"Maaf karna Thakurain, ye widhwa yahan aa gai.."
(Forgive us, Lady Thakurain, this widow has come here…)
As soon as the woman said this, Shrimala’s eyes widened. She looked down at little Ganga, who clung to her tightly, shivering as though she already knew these women meant danger.
"अपनी ही जिंदगी में उलझी वो स्त्री, जो चली है लिखने कुछ सुलझी हुई कहानियां.." The stories I write are never meant to hurt the sentiments of any particular religion, gender or caste. Nor I intend to hate on anyone. My idea are based on social issues, social stigma and feminism.. I never did, not even in future I'll support suppression on woman, abuse and violence on them. I'm against it and you'll always find me standing against them.. If you enjoyed any of my work. I'm blessed to have you as my reader.. हर हर महादेव!! ~KASHI "काशी"
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