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Shocks and surprises spiraling up transport me to unknown
regions and drop me back into this world after sanctifying me. As I have
developed a tendency to see bright shafts in the glimmering darkness and hear sweet
melodies in the deafening thunders, that halcyon mood rewarded me with laurels
in the end. Moreover, I believe that he who lays his finger on the weak point is
my well-wisher; since his genuine remarks alone screen me from falling into
abyss. It is an axiomatic truth that a writer or kalaradhaka engaged in creating
objects for public utility never escapes from detraction, nor does he shun
approbation. They seek him unasked sooner or later. In my case, instant reaction
used to reach me; for, my fans from the highest cadre to the lowest common-place
kind of reader reacted quickly and spontaneously, and submerged me with bouquets
and brick-bats. through letters and personal contacts. The wide spectrum of
opinions covered a vast canvass and left some indelible marks for future
guidance.
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