I do not remember when the relationship with memories became so strong that it appeared so pleasant to live with these memories. After Mummy's departure, memories seemed to be more relieving. I used to feel very relieved by remembering her as if she was around, and not even God had enough strength to snatch her from my memories. Since then, a deep connection with memories has taken place. Then memories were born of envisioning and when envisioning started moving the mind and heart, emotions and feelings started taking the form of words. It was not known when words became poetry, when ghazals and nazm formed.And an endless journey has begun, molding the feelings into words, then choosing the words to make pearls, and putting them together in the form of a poem. To realize whether it is of pain or happiness, whether of meeting or laying out, of love or hatred, just make a wreath by converting it into words. And now these many wreaths have been made; it is necessary to give the form of a book, that's why I also named it Life - Story of Feelings.

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