Preface
There are occasions
when we want to be quiet and be understood. There are times when we feel like
opening ourselves up to the world so that someone might chance to pay heed to
what we are yelling out. Also there are times when we do everything possible to
make our dear ones understand what we really think, what we really feel when
they think that we are completely inebriated or out of our minds. People take
different paths at this juncture, probably with great pain and agony. This is
the story of a girl who got stranded in the labyrinth of life and sensing the
aloofness of her heart trying to figure her way out of the mesh.
Anamika means
nameless: hence she can be one of you or may be myself. Still this story is
just a story and you might find it least convincing. Well, here pops up the
questions of family bondages, fidelity, relationship stresses and the vengeance
that is part and parcel of the universal phenomenon called LOVE. Love in its
vigorous forms adds colours to your life and at times how vicious it can not
be! This is also the story of people who have loved and lost. There are characters
that resemble many of our acquaintances. You might or might not have come
across people whom I introduce to you. To some extend I think we all are types.
At the same time we are special in our own ways.
This is a world full
of emotions, anxieties, greed, grudge and reprisal. Still I believe love can
light a candle which can brighten the micro space it occupies and opening the
windows of our heart is what we should do to be sensitive to be exposed to the
light of virtue that is around us. I believe sometime, somewhere in our distant
future we will all be united, we will all be threaded together onto the fabric
of love and we will solve the bewildering puzzle of life thus!
