Lagnionu Shityuddh

Any story is always written as a reflection of an event. Whether it is a biography of a great person or a fictional story its beginning is also written along with its ending. The life story of a common man is like this... very simple and common but what complicates it is one – our expectations and another is our thinking. Often the truth is right in front of us but we cannot ignore it. It is also possible that we are not ready to accept it. The reason is simply that our ego gets bruised there and in almost ninety-nine cases out of a hundred an easy-going relationship becomes quite complicated for this reason.Thus this novel is one-third fictional but still a small part of it is very intimately connected with my personal life. During my struggling days in Surat in 2012 when I was left with no way out Dhruval – my friend – became a ray of hope in my life and I owe to him to some extent what I am today in the world of literature.