1>                                                    DEEPEST SLEEP  OF  MY  LIFE

Right  from  the  days  when I  was five   and   had to  fight  with  the  regular  school  studies,i  had  dreamt  of becoming  a  writer.But  no one  ever   paid  attention   to  my   weird  ideas.And  why someone would  have  listened?      Who   will  respect  a  writer,how  much he will earn?And  above  all  ,who  will pay  high  in bride auction for  such  a loser?

So,my parents got their  ward   admitted  in  one  of the  best  schools  of  the  city.And soon   the  writer  in  me  was  lost.Today  I  am   19,is  in an engineering  college,bhubanewar institute of technology,or BIT, and even  hesitates to   say  that  i  love    to  be  a  writer.

Surrounded  by  books and   lost  in  the  crowd  i  still dream  to  be  a   writer.i  want that people  around  me   should  read me,should  love  me.

Will he make it?Will he   finally  listen to  his  heart?will  his parents agree?And  after  all,will people love his writing?God  knows……Here  starts his story:

“so our  chetan  bhagat,you  didn’t  join  the  literary  society of  college?if  you  love  writing   and  literature,why  don’t  you  give  exposure  to  yourself?”taunted  varun  to  yash  ,who  was enjoying   a  fullmoon night,ON  HOSTEL  ROOF,the  only  thing  which he  loves  in  his  hostel.