अगर आप एक लेखक हैं, तो आपके जीवन में कम से कम एक सुबह ऐसी आएगी जब आप उठेंगे और अपने एजेंट की जान लेना चाहेंगे।
If you’re a writer there will come at least one morning in your life when you wake up and want to kill your agent.
If you’re a writer there will come at least one morning in your life when you wake up and want to kill your agent.
वह सोचता रहा कि क्या वाकई वह परिवार में हमेशा से एक बाहरी व्यक्ति रहा है, और क्या उसने खुद को ऐसा बना लिया था, या फिर उसके माता-पिता और बहनों ने उसे ऐसा मान लिया था।
He wondered whether in fact, he had always been an outsider in the family, and whether he had so placed himself, or whether his parents and sisters had so elected him.
He wondered whether in fact, he had always been an outsider in the family, and whether he had so placed himself, or whether his parents and sisters had so elected him.
उनके बीच कुछ तो होना ही था। दो लोग इतने लंबे समय तक किसी साज़िश का हिस्सा नहीं बन सकते, और वह भी हर कोई अपने बलबूते पर। एक ऐसा पल आया जब झूठ के उस ढेर के बीच, दोनों को पता सच को सामने लाना ही पड़ा, और अपनी मानसिक शांति के लिए, उसे एक-दूसरे से साझा करना पड़ा।
Something had to happen between them. Two people cannot play a conspiracy for so long, and play it each on his own. There came a moment, when, in the dross of lies, the truth, known to them both, had to be asserted, and for their own sanity, shared.
Something had to happen between them. Two people cannot play a conspiracy for so long, and play it each on his own. There came a moment, when, in the dross of lies, the truth, known to them both, had to be asserted, and for their own sanity, shared.
जीने के लिए उसके पास बस यही एक चीज़ बची थी, और अब वह उससे ऐसे प्यार करता था जो उसे अंदर ही अंदर मार रहा था।
It was all that he had to live for, and he loved it now with a love that was killing him.
It was all that he had to live for, and he loved it now with a love that was killing him.