Editor. Writer. Blogger.
Myself Sumit, not perfect actually don't want to be, perfectness is boring , this is the way I think , first time when start writing blogs, the drive was the loniness , and my writing made me available to all those who love to travel being in trouble , it was just almost 700 times the sun crossed the earth when I choose to come with my brother leaving my parents in village, or it were my parents who laden me with so much of books , they always thought that the instruments of agriculture is heavy , they didn't know the weight of lazy books eventually I went to the highest of education, my MBA in marketing and Finance from one of the institutes where businessmen like Mr Narayan Murthi payed their first visit this is the way they came first time in MP
MP such me gajab he , this is why I never accept my brother's proposal of coming to Pune and settle their. rather I loved to spent my sunday in my farmhouse , sleeping on the bed made by those sticks chopped with my father's axe.
Grandma's love had always pored on me , and only demand I had to her is , when will you leave the earth , and she has always satisfied me with the sympathy of leaving soon.
Now I am in a finance working in a small town of MP pipariya , many of you would have known , yes this is the same you get going to pachmadi the only hill station of MP , but I have never been , although every single day I show the way to the passengers going to that place. Even when I was in my home town Hoshangabad.
I am single but married , actually I am writing this when I have watched my fience and still she has to see tomorrow.
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*Trained in India
*Polythene Calling
*Farewell
*Broken Glass
*My Dear Pillow
*Pursuit of Peace
*Move in the right direction
*Way to God
*When Voice becomes noice
*What money can buy
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