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Meera Anand@meera

She kept her grief in a brass box, polished it on Sundays, and called it a god.

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The Chaiwala's Hidden Diamond

For twenty years Bansi sold chai outside the railway station, sleeping under a plastic sheet each monsoon. When a fleeing jewel thief pressed a matchbox into his hand and vanished into the crowd, the diamond inside caught the platform light just as the inspector's whistle screamed.

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मुसाफिर की शायरी

एक मुसाफिर जो दिन रात सफर में रहता है उसी सफर के दौरान मुसाफिर अपनी शायरी लोगो को सुनाता रहता है धीरे धीरे पूरे देश में मुसाफिर की शायरी पसंद की जाने लगी मुसाफिर अब फेमस हो गया वो जहां जाता लोग चारों ओर से घेर लेता

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COACHING LOVE

Ek coaching class se shuru hui ek khamosh si kahani—ek anjaan chehre se dosti, dosti se mohabbat, aur phir kuch aisi yaadein jo coaching khatam hone ke baad bhi dil mein reh gayin. 19 chapters ki ye kahani un ehsaason ki hai jo kabhi lafzon mein kahe nahi ja sake.

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Personal Growth

There was a wise man Sviatozar. One day his nephew came to visit him. The young man was sad, gloomy and obviously upset with something. Sviatozar asked what happened to him. The nephew said that he suffered a serious setback and now he will never be able to achieve his goal. The nephew asked an old man to give him advice what he should do next, but Sviatozar just asked to lead him to the hills. This road was difficult and long. But the nephew immediately agreed to help his uncle. When they reached the hills, Sviatozar said that he needed to go to the top of the highest hill. The young man was surprised, but decided to help his uncle, because the old man had never climbed there. With great difficulty the nephew helped his uncle to climb to the hill, sometimes even dragged the old man on his back. On the top of the hill, sweating, he put his uncle on the ground and laughed happily. — Do you remember that when you were a little boy sometimes you returned home with tears in your eyes? – Sviatozar asked him. – The boys teased you. Do you remember why? — Exactly! — The young man looked around and nodded. He recalled that as a child he often played there with other boys. And they called this hill an Everest, because only few people could get to its top. — At that time I was unable to get there. This hill seemed an impregnable rock to m — And today you not only climbed there, but dragged up me, too, — an old man said and looked at his nephew. How could you do this? What do you think? — Perhaps I just grew up, — the young man shrugged. — I became stronger and fitter … — And the formidable Everest suddenly turned into a harmless mound— said Sviatozar. — You got my advice.

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