The objective behind this narration was neither to enumerate my sufferings nor to entertain you by describing events and incidents in my life. It is the documentation of the change in social patterns so that coming generations might have a glimpse of it. They might understand the struggle in which men in the twentieth century had been engaged and wonder, ‘Did it ever happened like that?’
I lived an eventful life though it is not possible to narrate everything hence many ‘filters’ had to be applied. There were many interesting and entertaining incidents which could have made this narration more spicy and popular but I had to retain them within the limits of privacy and refrained from writing them. I have tried to say whatever decency permits to say.
You might have felt a kind of affinity while reading this. You might have found persons of your own acquaintance in the people I narrated. You might also have felt happy or sad quite often. In fact, this is not ‘my’ story but ‘our’ story. Normally a man discusses x, y or z but never divulges what happens within his own home. Chains of relationships restrain him from saying much. While describing incidents from family life one has to pause and ponder and has to avoid monolog. A few facts are hinted, some clues are dropped to make one grasp the idea lest some kind of bitterness might develop or relations get strained. Despite obvious risks involved, I decided to pen this story so that it might help someone in moulding his own story, to give it a facelift. I would consider my efforts fully rewarded if your own heart gets induced to pen your story. Please do write, it soothes the heart.
I played my role in life as best as I could. I wish to finish the remaining task with full vigour at my command till my lifeline permits me and I continue to receive your love. Regards.
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I lived an eventful life though it is not possible to narrate everything hence many ‘filters’ had to be applied. There were many interesting and entertaining incidents which could have made this narration more spicy and popular but I had to retain them within the limits of privacy and refrained from writing them. I have tried to say whatever decency permits to say.
You might have felt a kind of affinity while reading this. You might have found persons of your own acquaintance in the people I narrated. You might also have felt happy or sad quite often. In fact, this is not ‘my’ story but ‘our’ story. Normally a man discusses x, y or z but never divulges what happens within his own home. Chains of relationships restrain him from saying much. While describing incidents from family life one has to pause and ponder and has to avoid monolog. A few facts are hinted, some clues are dropped to make one grasp the idea lest some kind of bitterness might develop or relations get strained. Despite obvious risks involved, I decided to pen this story so that it might help someone in moulding his own story, to give it a facelift. I would consider my efforts fully rewarded if your own heart gets induced to pen your story. Please do write, it soothes the heart.
I played my role in life as best as I could. I wish to finish the remaining task with full vigour at my command till my lifeline permits me and I continue to receive your love. Regards.
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