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A WRITER'S INEXPLICABLE PAIN Agnivesh, close frie

A WRITER'S INEXPLICABLE PAIN Agnivesh, close friend of mine is an amazing Novelist. I call him Akki. We became friends one day at a tea stall where he saw me reading his first novel. Over several conversations, I understood him more. He is almost ten years younger to me. Neither he nor me ever felt that difference. Very soon he became a brother though not born to my parents. He is a drop out from one of the Regional Engineering Colleges. His father died in an accident while he was still in high school. Now he lives with his working mother in a rented house near to where I stay. Though his mother was initially very upset about him leaving Engineering to write stories, his success slowly erased her worries. HV1 A WRITER'S INEXPLICABLE PAIN Agnivesh, close friend of mine is an amazing Novelist. I call him Akki. We became friends one day at a tea stall where he saw me reading his first novel. Over several conversations, I understood him more. He is almost ten years younger to me. Neither he nor me ever felt that difference. Very soon he became a brother though not born to my parents. He is a drop out from one of the Regional Engineering Colleges. His father died in an accident while he was still in high school. Now he lives with his working mother in a rented house near to where I stay. Though his mother was initially very upset about him leaving Engineering to write stories, his success slowly erased her worries. His novels are very unique in themes. But in general, he writes mostly on teenage adventures and their parents' confusions. He has many casual friends but none shared his passion to read or write. While his friends literally hated books and reading, I was a vociferous reader and a critic of his writing. He always took my comments very seriously. Whether he followed them in his writings or not is a different matter. And I never bothered. Akki's process of writing always amazed me. I used to discuss that with him, but he always laughed it away. Once he starts writing a novel, he completes it in one stretch. He never edited what he wrote. That's how clear and focussed his thought process was. Once he starts a Novel, he doesn't even go out of his room except some midnights when he goes to nearby Lakeshore to sit there simply looking at the little surface waves. I was also an occasional invitee to be a part of this queer habit. He never uttered a single word during the entire time. He comes home around 1AM, we go together, spend a couple of hours at the Lakeshore and then he drops me at my home and he goes back. We never spoke a single word. Neither did I ask anything nor did he say anything. He just desired my company during these trips. Being at least a decade older than him, I just wanted to support him morally. I loved his language and the casual style of his writing.
A WRITER'S INEXPLICABLE PAIN Agnivesh, close friend of mine is an amazing Novelist. I call him Akki. We became friends one day at a tea stall where he saw me reading his first novel. Over several conversations, I understood him more. He is almost ten years younger to me. Neither he nor me ever felt that difference. Very soon he became a brother though not born to my parents. He is a drop out from one of the Regional Engineering Colleges. His father died in an accident while he was still in high school. Now he lives with his working mother in a rented house near to where I stay. Though his mother was initially very upset about him leaving Engineering to write stories, his success slowly erased her worries. HV1 A WRITER'S INEXPLICABLE PAIN Agnivesh, close friend of mine is an amazing Novelist. I call him Akki. We became friends one day at a tea stall where he saw me reading his first novel. Over several conversations, I understood him more. He is almost ten years younger to me. Neither he nor me ever felt that difference. Very soon he became a brother though not born to my parents. He is a drop out from one of the Regional Engineering Colleges. His father died in an accident while he was still in high school. Now he lives with his working mother in a rented house near to where I stay. Though his mother was initially very upset about him leaving Engineering to write stories, his success slowly erased her worries. His novels are very unique in themes. But in general, he writes mostly on teenage adventures and their parents' confusions. He has many casual friends but none shared his passion to read or write. While his friends literally hated books and reading, I was a vociferous reader and a critic of his writing. He always took my comments very seriously. Whether he followed them in his writings or not is a different matter. And I never bothered. Akki's process of writing always amazed me. I used to discuss that with him, but he always laughed it away. Once he starts writing a novel, he completes it in one stretch. He never edited what he wrote. That's how clear and focussed his thought process was. Once he starts a Novel, he doesn't even go out of his room except some midnights when he goes to nearby Lakeshore to sit there simply looking at the little surface waves. I was also an occasional invitee to be a part of this queer habit. He never uttered a single word during the entire time. He comes home around 1AM, we go together, spend a couple of hours at the Lakeshore and then he drops me at my home and he goes back. We never spoke a single word. Neither did I ask anything nor did he say anything. He just desired my company during these trips. Being at least a decade older than him, I just wanted to support him morally. I loved his language and the casual style of his writing.
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