A story that touched my heart...

Few days back....I read one story...it was marvelous piece..and the author wanted that someone take some courage to do the translation of the conversation part which was in Hindi in original...so as to make readable to the international community..
I tried for it..and mailed it to author...


Few hours later..I got an SMS from the author ..but before I could acknowledge of getting the SMS and which was not going to happen soon as I was too low on balance...I got a call from a lady with a very lovely voice...She was so happy that she wanted to acknowledge my effort real fast.. and this was really very appreciative effort of her...we then had a long discussion and I was so amazed by her efforts in the literary field and her plans..I added some of my views..though m a kid to her but to my amazement she listened and actually quite agreed to most of that...and that made me feel more elated...she was lovely to talk.... and yesterday she finally completed the edited version of my translation....and since it's my effort..I want you to all to go through the story and leave her comments ..here or in her blog Arti

Deepak walked silently on the silent road. His footsteps echoed into the silent night as with every step his shoes hit the tarmac road. His mind was racing, churning out ideas, twice per footstep. He was not really the thinker types but tonight he was forced to put on his thinking cap. Someone rightly said that the major problem with telling a lie was not actually telling the lie but remembering it when questioned for the second time.

This was one of the reasons he never lied. But the main reason for not telling a lie was that he was a simple man and had no reasons to lie. He was loyal to his family and he was hard-working and a regular at office. His friends were few but he was truthful to all of them.

Then, what had happened tonight? Why did he have to think about the lie he would have to tell at home when his wife would ask him the most obvious question? He never knew something like this would happen in his life, ever. But, there is a first time for everything. He had not pre-planned anything, it just happened. He ended up spending one hour with a hooker.

To read more please click on the link for the .pdf file...

• Translated English version with English Dialogues.. translated by Sourish (me) and edited by Author - "One hour with a hooker"
  

• Original English version with Hindi Dialogues.. " One hour with a hooker "

Photo courtesy: Vatsal

Since this is my first serious effort in literary field..It's my humble request to you to take out time for it whenever u are free.. and go thorough the complete version of it and fill in the gaps with ur views..