Dhanika

Why cant a woman who endures the pain of breaking 206 bones during childbirth endure the pain of a fragile thought? Is maintaining a relationship not about spirituality, but about the perfect mathematical balance of expectations and worldly responsibilities? To find answers to these primal questions, embark on the journey of Dhanika, Prema, Archana, Sanjay, and Vasu with Dhanika. Dhanika is the story of those relationships that have haunted my mind for the past 17 years, of those faces I cant forget until my last breath, of those tragedies whose moisture cant be wiped from my eyelids for life. Dhanika is an attempt to console them, to pat them with a caress. When I began writing it two years ago, those intimate moments, those heartbreaking accidents, those lost people, those sweet encounters, all of them, were chronicled until midnight, and gradually took the form of a novel. I never imagined that my heart would be so full as I bid farewell to these characters and hand them over to you. Each character has its own compulsions. I leave it to you to decide who is right and who is wrong. I dont know the significance of this novel among countless talented writers and countless excellent books. Now is the time for you to join Dhanika in the middle-class family discussions in the courtyard of Tiwari Sadan, to hear the promises made secretly from the world between two young minds on the banks of Shivnath Ghat, which lost all value after the wrath of circumstances. To witness the struggle and journey of those left in the middle of the ocean. To feel the exhaustion in my veins after drowning people reach the shore. Dhanika echoes the emptiness that resides within every human being. I am handing it over to you just as one sits on the banks of the ghat on a cold Kartik morning, leaving a burning lamp in the flowing stream, with only the hope that my voice will reach where it is waiting to be heard.