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My Father From My Eyes
Sanskriti Mandora
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find A song...
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My Father From My Eyes Sanskriti Mandora Love. Do you think it needs any definition? Don't you think it itself is A whole sentence. Something which holds innumerable meanings for all of us. Something which always makes us go weak on our knees. Something which is the main reason of someone's happiness and despair. Something which makes us believe in the feeling of togetherness. Something which makes you strong and
on and on. This collection of poems were initially written in Hindi but now all of it has been translated in English and will talk mainly about love and its various forms, relationships, hopes, society, corruption, and every single thing which will connect with you. But the gist of everything will be love. Maybe because that's all we need. Right? Seeing my dad putting in so much efforts to pen down three to four poems each day, sometimes more and posting it all on Facebook looked rather weird to me at first. But this time when I finally took out some time to go through each poem of his, I could really feel A connection with them. The way he writes is very relatable, easy to understand and would mostly pick up the right nerve of the subject he is talking about. Though mainly he is a foodie and people who know him personally are very much aware of this. So yes, you would definitely find references of food as well. But then talking specifically about the poems in this book, they make you familiar with the dead hopes of a lover who wants his beloved back. Sometimes about the happiness which he tries to find being alone which is completely corrupt as
weak all at the same time. Something which makes you fall and might turn out the best fall of your life. Something that you witness when your child takes her first step. Something which just cannot be defined in words. Well, the list goes
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daughater has seen the opposite as well), who loves to surf through Facebook all day and oh he also works at the National Book Trust of India as an Assistant Editor in Hindi. He is A person who loves travelling and is a proud holder of many literary awards. But all of it did not really stand out for me until one day the door bell rang and there I saw a reporter and a photographer from Hindustan Times and those people told me that they are here to interview my dad about his recent books. I could not really believe it for once and digest the fact that ‘are they really going to interview him? Has he written something great?” Well, of course he did. But then it was just inner feelings of a small girl who really didn't know much about what her father used to write. So, apologies dad. From that very dad, I guess the respect and love for him has just increased to an enormous level; not to forget that it was not their before but this was something which was quite an achievement. I almost felt like a proud daughater. The article which got published in the newspaper was later printed again in various editions all over North India. Well, this was it from my side. I hope you people have a good read ahead.
that's just an escape from the reality. You'll find the poet travelling and searching for that someone whom he might never find. He also talks about feigned relationships which have completely lost the essence of true certainly be the most relating thing for all of you. Worldly pleasures, corrupted society, relations, family, soliloquy is everything you'll be acquainted with. Just to make you familiar with the poet; he is the most chilled out and fun loving person in a room full of people, someone who has a ever smiling face(though I as his 134
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