A funny story: Challenge

- Coordination: Pratibha Thakkar

- pratibhathakker@yahoo.com

'Hello .. friends, once again I am Namita Aap before you with the shining star of the literary world who has made a splash in the literary world with his first novel ... then let's meet' Jai Diwan 'or the third edition of his novel' Lalkar ' But hand in hand ... '

‘Saheb your first novel‘ Lalkare ’has created a different atmosphere. This third edition is also being distributed hand to hand ... '

'Hmm ...'

'You thought so? Or will your novel be so successful? '

"Yes ... maybe ... maybe not but you definitely thought ... because like the ups and downs in the novel, I have seen many ups and downs in my life while writing this novel ..."

'Yes ... we have heard that you married a widow ... also with the mother of a daughter ..! '

'Gee .. I got her ideas, I got hobbies, I like literature a lot and I think ... is it a crime to be a widow ..? I write hey sometimes he writes one or two lines ... he and our daughter is my breath ... everyone knows me today because of this 'challenge' but also because of what i am today .. he told me this The sacrifices that have been made to deliver the situation .. hard ... I can also say that whatever name I get today is because of my wife ... '

'Wow .. sir ... your thoughts towards women are very high, I have become your fan ...'

'Hey .. no .. more or less thinking about who I am ..? My mother through whom I saw the world, my wife who filled my life with colors .. my daughter is synonymous with my life .. every character has become worthy of living this life .. '

'Still want to tell you more about your family, how you got inspired to write this novel ..?'

"Yes ... I have been interested in literature since I was in college. According to Bapuji, our situation at the altar was not good. A small grocery store was running well. He sent me to study in the city. ... At the same time, I also wrote a couple of poems in college ... After the poor result of the first year, Bapuji's squinting eyes explained a lot ... and I just looked at it properly ... Where was the pride in Bapuji's eyes and where did I forget the moisture in Ba's eyes today .. Then Aathak's condition was right so my reading hobby got momentum .. Infect my wife also very fond of reading so it was like smelling gold ... I just read it .. '

'So .. Amnoy must have been instrumental in writing this novel ...? '

'Yes ... at many stages ... after the demise of Ba, the fragrance preserved in the books he read inspired me in a unique way and the writer inside me began to wander again ... I expressed my desire against Vanita to quit my job and end up in literature ... '

'Oh .. he must have been shocked ..!'

'Yes ... yes ... yes .... yes ..... I also thought so but Vanita came out of a different clay and it was like this ... she gladly accepted my word ... ay well educated Yes, but I am alone at home and my tea time is saved only because he did not work outside and he started the business of farsan with his skills and understanding .. Yes .. I am sorry that I do not know how to make tea .. My daughter Kavya also started doing part time job with college .. Her determination to write this novel which gives me more vigor ... Today maybe no challenge has been won against her situation ... She endured a lot and endured a lot. .. In the meantime, when I was a little mentally weak, both of them handled me sensibly ... Salute to them and also pride .... '

'Wonderful .... Your novel holds the reader with many mysteries, thrills and many emotional twists and turns ... The author of such a well-known novel' Jai Dewan 'can be so simple, it can be ... I really enjoyed meeting you ... that there are still people like you in the society who do not use the sacrifices made for the family in the duty and also give credit to them for their contribution in their hard work .. I wish you more and more success. 'A meeting with a rising star', so let's pause today's program and see if we can meet a new star in the next issue, until then I will take your leave ... '

'Kavya .... see? ... this is your father that I see something else with my swollen eyes ...! '

'Mommy ... this is the same Naradham who forgot to put sugar in the morning tea, slapped you and left the TV. But the trumpets of false honor are blowing ... for the sake of this, he nurtured it by making a fuss. I have written that novel by waking up night after night for the sake of hobbies ... and this Nakkhodia father has robbed you of your only happiness by doing it in his own name ... it has never become our relative that it is not going to happen, it is connected with you only because of your writing skills. Mom, wake up now ... when you eat a slap, you don't feel like slapping it ..? What is the wisdom of living with a husband even if he endures any situation ..? Even educated people like you, if they have such a mentality, who will listen to the helpless women ..? '

'Son .. what's the use now ..? He did what he had to do ... '

'Mommy, no Vanita will be deceived again, no Vanita will be crushed again, no one will be crushed, no one will be marginalized', so you have to challenge like the heroine of your novel 'Mirad ...'

.. Kavita hugged Vanita with a twinkle in her eye ...

- Hatalba Vaghela 'Akanksha'