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I am opening your life, undressing your thought, looking your passionate heart; want to dissect your events one after another. I know you love me and not think anything for my such behavior. Yet I think am I wrong! However, for my reason I am doing this. I cannot die peacefully, if I will not disclose my heart. May people think it as a sin? Now, it is the peak moment. Should I express everything...

by sarojini Pattayat. 24/11/2013
Some lines of my Novel.I am trying for the positive end.But don't know whether it will be positive.If it will be positive it will destroy some rude rule of the society.But if it will be negative it will save me from criticism.I puzzled and want not to write sometime..But as a writer perhaps it will be harsh for my characters.So, after near about 8 months again going through it.
Love has no definition.Let me define.I know I may meet strong arguments.But, at this stage facing hurdles is the other name of life...I should prove it.

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