Writer Anuj

I hate myself sir...what should i do? . . Hello Giya…                     See it is simple. I will be very straight forward because I think you can understand. Ok listen. You are beautiful Giya. Actually you are the Beauty. I want you to know that. So you don’t let anyone to destroy this Beauty. Now-a-days we hardly find ‘a girl’. Girls are not girls, they are like boys. They destroy their beauty in being like boy or in being against boys. In both cases they end up losing their beauty. And the word ‘girl’ without beauty is meaningless. Like a body without soul. And till now you are a Girl. You are the only in the school who is real girl, who is having the real beauty. I want you to love yourself. Maximum girls realize this when some boy love them. But that is sometimes too late. So you have to love yourself. Your love will make you more beautiful. This world will be more beautiful because of your beauty. There is one thing which makes a girl ugly otherwise all girls are beautif

#Rahul          I am not a reader by choice... And by experience, it is the second novel I read after Cohelo's-'The Alchemist'..I loved 'The Alchemist' very much.. And to my judgement, I agree it being judgement of an inexperienced..'A Girl in Love with A Beggar' gave me better insight to Human perception, philosophy and psychology...!! Thank You  Anuj Arjun  for such a beautiful work..!! #Priyanshi  Its juzzz awsm sir... everytym i read it ... i feels lyk woww!!!! N yeah hw cn i frget tht very first it ws read by me... though it ws given to me partwise by u... evn thn if u rmember i ws very curious fr the nxt part to b given... as u knw tht i am very mch intrstd in literature...  I didn't knew tht u wr gng to introduce it as ur first novel... n yeah its really really superb sir... N once agn a huge congratz to u  ‪#‎ Anuj_sir‬ ..  #Pankaj             A Girl In love With A Beggar is a lov story / fiction novel penned by an upcoming i

A Foreigner Beauty…                           She was wearing bashfulness in her absolute smile, in lock of her hair which were trying hard not to let me see her full moon face. Bashfulness was in her soft and noiseless but still understandable voice. My eyes were praying for her beauty while she was trying pose for pic. Her eyes were hesitating for eye contact. Her eyes were hiding her behind them. She raised her eyelashes for a moment for pic, Just once, and weather of counght place became more romantic with her smile. My fingers still annoyed with me for not letting them move on her face.

This is the story of a 24 year old girl; SHONA, who is doctor by profession and by heart, and fortunately falls in love with a Beggar. This is the soul of the story that how a well educated girl falls in love with a Beggar. And how can it be so strong in one month that it will become the matter of life and death for her? And she didn’t fall actually; she kept on falling in the eternal depths of his love and wisdom… yes that Beggar is full of wisdom, that Beggar is 22 year old KABIR.  Kabir kept opening himself to her as they move further in story. First Shona took him to a place  to talk where she asked him that thousands of girls pass from there where he sit to beg and play his flute, and everyone listen voice of his flute and everyone can see wisdom in his smile and in his long beard. Then why only she is so much attracted towards him. Why only she falls in love with him, why not any other girl. And Kabir introduced her with one law of nature by his words which satisfy her questio

 I also want a family but not at the cost of my freedom.... I want father's support and his strength in my arms but not at the cost of freedom to do anything on my own.... I want mother's love and her prayers in my destiny  but not at the cost of freedom to choose my destiny.... I want father's wisdom but not at the cost of freedom to ask for justification of that wisdom... I want mother's food at dinner but not at the cost of freedom to being late at dinner... I want father's hand patting on my back when i win but not at the cost of freedom to loose... I want mother's comment on my looks but not at the cost of freedom to dont-care-about-looks feel... I want father to help me to find out whats good and bad, not to tell me whats good and bad.... I want mother to throw me form hill to learn flying not to hide me in her wings in fear of loosing me... I want father patting on my back when i loose... I want mother kissing my forehead when i ask questions... I want

Q1)  What is life? --Life is bigger than we know, we think or we can imagine. Life is simple if you know that life is not simple. Life is the most complex phenomenon. It is unpredictable. There is no user-manual for life. There is no one to tell you what are you doing here. No guides, no rules. You are lost in the forest. Beautiful flowers and river are here in this forest and deadly animals are also here. Keep doing whatever you want to do in this forest. There is nothing to lose. At most we can lose life, and it also not a loss. Because after death nothing matters. Life is not a problem to be solved. See it is simple. Water is to drink, food is to eat, clothe is to wear similarly life is to live. And beauty of life is you can choose the way you want to live. That’s it. Simple. Q2)  Do you respect Girls? --Gender is not the parameter to earn respect Miss Tanpreet Kaur. I don’t disrespect any one. And respect who deserves it. It is independent of whether it is boy or girl. 

Main kese juda kru khud ko usse... Main dhadkan uski, vo Dil mera... Vo mere jhakham bhrega, main uski dava bannugi... Main sharab uski, vo sharabi mera... hum dono mile to aashan ho hr mushkil bi... Main himaat uski, vo muqqadar mera... kese samjhau ussko, durr rhe mujhse... Main shama uski, vo parwana mera... Kese na kru ibbadat usski... Main bandgi uski, vo khud mera... Mere liye vo marre, main jeeu uske liye... Main kammayi uski, vo Kaam mera... Khuda se bi cheen laungi ussko...  Main Savitri usski, vo Saatyevaan mera... Lakho goopiyo me, main payri lagu, main dulari lgu, jode bs sath naam mere.... Mera Radha uski vo Moohan mera.... Uske bin na puri main, mere bin vo adhura... Main haqiqat uski, vo wajud mera... Mara aant(end) vo ya shruvat vo... Main baarish uski, vo baadal mera... vo gaayega, main naachugi... Main Meera uski, vo Kabira mera... Na millugyi usse, to marrugi kha... Main naadhi usski, vo sagar mera... Na hui karib uske, to bannugi kese... Main gazal uski vo 's

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