Harshit Gupta

A decade has passed... perhaps I have been reading and writing on social platforms… and more than books... I have probably read the loneliness and compulsions of the people present here. In the form of poems... he has read the love that he wanted to do with the person who is not with him today.

In the form of ghazal... he has read the helplessness which he can not tell even to the people he loves more than his life… he has read that confusion in the form of stories, which he cannot say to anyone… who in his eyes Keep a sky of your own. While recording all the experiences and experiences, life gave me a pen in my hands and the whole experience turned into stories… .. I did not know.

The attempt is that as a storyteller... I should be identified and remembered with my stories more than my writing style and words… because for a storyteller... his stories are his world. People like us who want to thread every moment in their thread, who have to find their own perfection in the form of stories... hold hands of a character. All the experiences of my life have brought me to a point… but the search for my own meeting is still going on….