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 Everyone has a story
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westland ltd Everyone Has a Story A simple girl from Surat, Savi Sharma is the co-founder of the motivational media blog ‘Life & People’. Everyone Has a Story is her debut novel inspired by stories around her. You can find out more about her on

westland ltd 61, II Floor, Silverline Building, Alapakkam Main Road, Maduravoyal, Chennai 600095 93, I Floor, Sham Lal Road, Daryaganj, New Delhi 110002 First published by westland ltd 2016 First ebook edition 2016 Copyright © Savi Sharma 2015 All rights reserved ISBN: 978-93-86036-76-6 Designed by SÜRYA, New Delhi Savi Sharma asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events or localities is entirely coincidental. Due care and diligence has been taken while editing and printing the book. Neither the author, publisher nor the printer  of the book hold any responsibility for any mistake that may have crept in inadvertently. Westland Ltd, the Publisher and the printers will be free from any liability for damages and losses of any nature arising from or related to the content. All disputes are subject to the jurisdiction of competent courts in Chennai. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, circulated, and no reproduction in any form, in whole or in part (except for brief quotations in critical articles or reviews) may be made without written permission of the publishers.

Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone is a writer. Some are written in the books, and some are confined to hearts.

Prologue 
I was never a writer and I don’t aspire to be one either. I was never a good reader and I don’t know if I will ever be one. But now, I have been much more. Every day, I woke up; I tried to find reasons to live. Every night, when I slept, I tried to find reasons to not die. Every moment, I tried to find reasons to hope, dream and love. But I never found them. Until I met you. I saw chaos, confusion, and fear all around me. But not within me, after I met you. Time decides our fate, our journey. And when time changes, everything changes. Everything. Sometimes for worse, sometimes for better. And sometimes, for the best. I never believed that. Until you happened to me. It’s not a story and maybe it’s not love. It’s about something more real than stories and more powerful than love. It’s about you. Yes, you. Real and powerful. I have never been happy with someone. I wanted to be with different people at different places with different feelings. I wanted to explore everything, know everyone. But then I explored you. And I found you are not just ONE, you are an infinity. An infinity of love, care, trust, respect, understanding. A universe of inspirations, aspirations, hope and happiness. Maybe you are the universe out there which I explore Or the universe in me that I seek. You do not start, nor do you ever end. You are constant, yet ever changing. You are everywhere and yet just with me. You are my creator or my creation, I question myself.

MEERA
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1 What’s Your Story? I had always been inspired by storytellers. I loved my job as an HR manager. It allowed me to interact with different people from different places, each one having their own different stories, bringing their own songs to the dance. Life was a chaotic struggle, trying to search for where I belonged and who I was supposed to be. Each person I had interviewed had his or her own fascinating story, which made me wonder: what’s my story? I didn’t want to be ‘normal’, just like so many people I had met in life. Beingonly twenty-six, I wasn’t exactly sure what the meaning of my life would really be, and where I could find it. Every weekend I found myself sitting and listening to amazing authors at the café Coffee & Us. I was drawn to authors, fascinated by their ability to create other people’s stories. How could they draw the truth from each individual and build a beautifully woven tale? I guess, having stories stuck in my own soul was the reason I needed to hear other people’s stories. But I didn’t just want to hear stories; my heart was aching to tell a beautiful story which would change people’s lives, or at least mine. So there I was at Coffee & Us, my hands wrapped around a warm, soothing cup of coffee. I could listen to the world around me, hear the songs of life, or I could put my earplugs in and mute out the world. I had seen so many writers come through these doors, and often I wondered if this café had some magic within its walls. Kabir, the manager, paused in his duties and addressed me. ‘When are you going to stop dreaming about being an author, Meera, and finally write a book?’ His voice might have sounded stern to an outsider, but Kabir had become my good friend. I’m not sure when, but at some point while I was becoming a regular visitor to his café, our casualinteractions had blossomed into a warm friendship. He respected my opinions, and I treasured his. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, frowning. I ran my fingers through my long hair and let out a frustrated sigh, looking around at all the people in the small café. ‘I think I will know when it is the right story to write. I just haven’t come across it yet. I’m still searching for that unique story, the one that will inspire me to take that next step.’ He strolled to the counter where another cup of my favourite coffee—a frothy cappuccino—was placed. Kabir set it in front of me, smiling gently. ‘I am sure, one day, I will be here, pouring coffee and fetching people theirorders, as I listen to you up there. The place is going to be packed; you will see.’ He smiled at the thought and I wondered for a moment if this was my dream or his. Of course, as friends, even our dreams would work in unison, wouldn’t they? Still, I lacked the confidence he seemed to have in my future success. As much as I wanted to take that next step to give my words the life they deserved, something held me back. I glanced over at the small area where so many writers had stood, taking a small sip of their ice water and clearing their throats before speaking the words I craved to say. ‘I don’t think I would be good enough to stand up there andface the world and a group of readers. It must take a lot of courage for them to do what they do,’ I said, blowing on my coffee before taking a tentative sip. I smiled as the frothy bubbles clung to my lip and licked them off delicately. ‘What if someone laughed at what I wrote?’ My friend chuckled. ‘They would only laugh if you were reading something funny,’ he said confidently. ‘Now, tell me, are you coming for the authors’ meet next weekend?’ he asked. ‘Definitely,’ I said. What would the weekend bring for me? Would I still be lost in search of my story? ~ ‘Live life in moments, not indays or years or your schedules. It’s our misconception—most of the time—that we live our lives the way we want. Every single step that we take is influenced by others. Only the part that we hide from everyone else and keep deep within our heart, is our own. I strongly urge you all to realize that hidden part of yours. Go, live that part. Live your life. Don’t let your dreams die within you. Trust me, your struggle, your fight, will be worth the risk in opening yourself up. Get up. Inhale the air of passion. Start your journey. Grab your dreams. Enjoy your mistakes. Dance to the rhythm of your heartbeats. Smile. Laugh. Love. Live.’ Author Arjun Mehra uttered these final words with confidence. His hands were clasped together as he looked expectantly around the café. His eyes met mine, and I felt my heart beat a little faster. It was as if he was speaking directly to me. But, in fact, he had touched the hearts of every single person in the café with his mesmerizing words. How was it that an author could hold such a magical power over people? I closed my eyes and imagined that I was the speaker, standing confidently in front of an audience. I smiled softly to myself. Perhaps one day I would actually be able to move a crowd like this. ‘What’s your story, young girl?’ I was torn away from my thoughts when I realized Mr. Mehra was pointing directly at me. His soft brown eyes were holding mine, kindly, but with a challenging glint. ‘What is your purpose in life?’ He softened his question with a smile and, suddenly, it felt like a friend was speaking to me. I took a deep breath. ‘I … I want to write like you,’ I began nervously, twisting the napkin in my hands as I decided to answer him as truthfully as I could. ‘But I don’t know what to write. I am inspired by the world around me, but I am still in search of a story that can change the lives of people.’ My words sounded hesitant to my ears and I wished I hadn’t spoken them.
Mr. Mehra nodded firmly. ‘People need stories. Stories of love, hope, survival, wisdom and sometimes pain. Maybe you don’t tell them the full truth; maybe you tell them lies. But what is this world? A lie in itself.’ I was still held by his gaze, but I absorbed his words and heard others around me chuckle. ‘But your lies are good lies. They change people and mostly for the better. I wish you the best,’ he said warmly. ‘Thank you,’ I managed to say, shivering a little at his words, even though the café was almost uncomfortably hot. ‘You are most welcome.’ With that, he started looking for someone else to ask his next question. He turned his attention to ayoung man behind me. ‘Sir, what do you do for work? What’s your story?’ I had been so engrossed in his words that I hadn’t noticed the man earlier. I turned around to see who he was speaking to and found a smart, handsome guy around my age. His black casual blazer suited his brown eyes and short dark hair and there was an air of confidence about him as he sat straight in his chair. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed him before. ‘I work as the assistant branch manager at Citibank,’ the young man answered. His voice was deep and rich. Mr. Mehra continued his questions. ‘What is it that you demand from life? Is it the thought of success, money or fame that brings you true happiness?’ I found myself leaning toward the man behind me, curious to hear how he would answer.
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Kindle me last 2 pages open nhi horahai jab hojayege I will post
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Ye story copyright hui wi hai ager pareshani na ho kuch to theek ha werna delete kerdena post
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ok thanks for the share, sunday will read n comment too
dusri story b pending
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Now worries
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I read the 1st part of this and it was interesting

Looking forward to read her story, that someone who is her creator is GOD and its good that belief is something that keep us going keep us strong, keep us never give up. 

Will read the next n comment as well.
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Interesting start, the writer is still in search for a story, something different something unique. The guy who spoke had confident and this girl was impressed by this, she wanted to be like him, will she, i guess after we read what happened next we might know. 

Thanks ayesha, nice start.

Waise aik baat sahi boli is bande ne, k apna such apne andar hi hota hai, we hide our talent and it is sometimes important to show it.
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