Survival is the struggle for life everyday. To some it holds a buttery path while to others a road of thorns.

A book comes and says, &#39;Write me.&#39; My job is to try to serve it to the best of my ability, which is never good enough, but all I can do is listen to it, do what it tells me and collaborate.

Her fingers found a random second stud and she was catapulted through the static wall, into cluttered vastness, the notional void of cyberspace, the bright grid of the matrix ranged around her like an infinite cage.

Ji, ye baate h sab kahne ki,
Sath me jindagi kat jaaye wo hi bhot hai,
Baat karte h sath marne ki,,

Written By Shreem

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