From the first page, you know that this man was a prodigy, not only in science but in literature as well.
I lost my dad when I was 21. She lost hers when she was 3 and her sister was 3 months old. I lost my dad to a road accident, she lost hers to war.
As we approached the giant national flag hoisted at the memorial, fluttering away in full glory, our hearts sank when we saw that what lay behind the memorial. At the back, on the sandstone wall was a brass metal plate with names of all the martyred soldiers engraved on it.
I missed him wearing his fat Eskimo jacket (which I hated considering it was totally out of fashion), shielding him from the cold. I felt my eyes getting moist as I thought of him lying alone in the cold grave, and my shear helplessness whimpered me.
His daughter’s face floated in front of his eyes. When he’d seen her last she’d clutched his hand, her little fingers unable to curl around his big palm. She told him that she believed in him.
Yesterday we were explorers, not knowing where the road would lead us. But today, we knew exactly where we were heading, and what the journey had to offer us. Even amidst adventures, from familiarity stems belongingness. Today we were shareholders in Nubra’s giant scheme of things, and so free of worry, we decided to open all our senses to this barren old one hell of a land!
Being a ghost writer is such a humbling experience. You get to interact with leaders who’re at the top of their game, you get to walk their shoes and get to talk like them. You’re heard and published; you learn lessons and insights of a lifetime. But what's it that you need to know to be a successful one? Read on!
From the pre-partition days till now, this is a well researched book that talks of all the major wars, the Kashmir issue, Article 370, the US-Soviet-Afgan-Pakistan-Bangladesh issues faced by India, also often describing how Pakistan has now become a nuclear state, thus becoming a country dreaded by all the other nations.