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It would be wrong on my part not to sincerely thank my relatives, especially my Appa, Mrs. Hanifa Kazi, who have looked after me – their only child – and nurtured me even though they lead busy work lives. I will try not to make it sound like an Oscar speech (Filmfare on second thoughts, let's be realistic!).įirst of all, no achievement, big or small is possible without the support of your family and I have been lucky to have been blessed by two doting parents, Mr. This is my time in the limelight and I hope the excitement is not too contagious. It has been a tough journey for me, full of struggles, with more falls than rises and so many bruises that the Zandu balm at the nearby chemist store ran out of stock. I broke down many times and almost gave up more than once after the rejection mails kept mounting, but some preternatural force kept the final result in my mind. The will of a writer has to be stronger than an industrial adhesive and his attitude has to be like a shameless leech on a rhinoceros' hide. He was taking rest as the doctor had advised, passively listening to the mundane radio when all of a sudden the lines popped up.It's not easy for a writer to live with the hope that his work will see the light of publication. He was in his hostel room sleeping on his bed, having been discharged from the hospital last evening. Rahul, who had closed his eyes for ten minutes listening to the radio, immediately shot up when the song started. It was weird that an American radio station was playing an Indian film song and it was not a recent number. You could neither go away from my dreams nor come in my arms.” “Why did I fall in love with you? I did not find you and now I am l. It reminded him of her and eventually, how far away she was from his life. It was doleful and seductive, and hurt his chest whenever he listened to it. There was a song that seemed to exist since ages between them and reminded him of their time together – clandestine phone calls, greeting cards stashed in bags to be read at home and gifts buried in study drawers, all came back when it started in the music player of his mind. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:

What reading level is Truly Madly Deeply book?