Dasghara Kee Das Kahaaniyaan

The characters of these ten stories have originated from my village itself. This soil of my village knows the fragrance of Buddhahood. I have also seen trees growing from Buddhas seeds in it. The love of your soil is wonderful. The person who does not love his soil remains cut off from life. I have seen the flowers of this book in bloom in my Dasghara village. Picking from those flowers I am placing them in front of you. Each character of the story will find a completeness in itself. Not only to ourselves but also to the fragrance of our village. We are what we want to be. It is our inner desire that shows us the way.. I would prefer to tell these ten stories more as a story the story covers the completeness of the time limit in itself. Its appearance definitely changes in every age. But the same thing happens. What my soft eyes saw in childhood and what my heart felt. Both of us have tried to put it in words. Some of his characters I have seen some I have heard. from your ancestors.. Some stories... I wrote in my childhood when I was about 13 to 15 years old. She was Bhola and Neem Ka Dard. Maybe you like it.. its shubham. MANSA-MOHINI