Some New Chapters: Of Those Days: Shimmering Streets, #1

By S. H. Wkrishind

The new ideas of the new era give some new feeling to the human being. If there is something missing in this Kali-yuga, it is trust. Do not understand who is right and who is wrong. If you look from the wrong side, everyone looks wrong and on the other hand, if you look at the right side, everyone looks right. Now the biggest thing is how to identify who is right and who is wrong. In this competition, a person sometimes argues with someone and sometimes trusts someone blindly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wkrishind Publishers
• Release date: Jan 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393801955

S. H. Wkrishind

एस एच व्कृषिंद ने दिल्ली विश्वविद्यालय से गणित विषय में बीएससी पूरा किया। तीन चीजें उन्हें सबसे ज्यादा पसंद हैं - पहली लेखन, दूसरी प्रकृति और तीसरी संगीत। स्नातक होने के साथ ही लेखक बनने के अपने सपने को साकार करने के लिए साहित्य की दुनिया में उनका पहला कदम एक काल्पनिक साहित्यिक रचना के माध्यम से रहा।

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A humble request from Author...

The truth is- this book was not originally written in English language. I tried to translate it with the help of Google and Microsoft translator, because the book was originally written in my mother tong, Hindi. I did this so that I can reach to the rest of the world to spread over my words.

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Note: Poems and two liners in this book are written in macaronic hybrid use of Hindi language, Hinglish.

For the first edition

All the events depicted in this book are pure forms of all previously published editions in the Hindi language. All previously published editions, which were published under different titles and with the author's original name, were the formats for this edition. No version published earlier or this edition has any relation to the personal life of the author or anyone else. And if the story of one's personal life resembles any of the events depicted in this composition, then it is just a coincidence.

In all the previous formats, there were some incidents in which the author had written with the suggestion of someone else, which had a different effect on the reader's mind. All previous formats were published for testing purposes only.

- S. H. Wkrishind

Dedicated to

I thank my parents who encouraged me for this work of mine.

I also thank all those people who have inadvertently helped me move forward through criticisms.

- S. H. Wkrishind

Lazy

"Peeth pakad kar baithee thee vah, jhooth kee jhoothee saaya mein.

Kaam-kaaj na karana chaaha, kaamachor kee maaya mein."

These days, a different type of story is emerging in 'Tarhan' village. Atsar, along with his mother, father, and brother, lived in a large family consisting of fifteen members.

Tarhan is a very beautiful village. Atsar's house is located in the middle of the village. There are lots of trees around his house. Some of these are fruit-bearing trees, and some provide shade for passers-by. This is the reason for people at Atsar’s house door. There is a large mango tree at the entrance of the house. Therefore, during the mango season, the number of people increases even more.

Atsar was not going to stay in the village for long. His father had now become a government employee. He got a job in the Department of Environment.

Atsar is a primary school student studying in third grade. Now the time had come when he had to leave his friends, with whom he used to spend all day playing in the shade of trees behind his house. There was neither the concern of food nor the attention of time. If his mother would not have called him when the day had ended, he might not have even come home. His mother would forcibly bring him home to eat. Somebody would come from their home to take them too.

He would reach home as soon as he left school and then would start doing his homework very often. While doing homework, his mother would bring food for him, because she was afraid that he might go away without eating anything and why should she not be afraid? Atsar did this too, many times.

Now, what should his mother do, she too had to