🕊️ A Truth. (My experience of Truth.) #First published as a collection of 1 to 6th Blogs.#👥

A 17-year-old young boy recruits at the Rehabilitation Center. And with every passing moments, he begins to remember every single sentence of his life one by one. With whose influence an infallible change in his life has come easily. Some changes may be positive and some of them may be negative. Do you know that the 17-year-old young boy Youth who did not only face the most complex situations of life but in the raw age of his life, but also giving them a positive direction while conquering them, who is he? Yes, you know it is none other than your friend Author Vikrant Rajliwal.

Even today, I remember those moments of my life very near by which I could not forget even if I wanted to. The life I am living today, it would have ever been a dream of a dream. One such dream that I had known when I stepped into the rationalization or it would be more appropriate to say that when I realized that I have now come to an eternal corrective way of life in Rehabilitation. Even today, the day is in memory of my life. On that day even the respect of the days had given me a knock of arrival in my life. And on that day, respect for me and other days was only feeling very high energy. But that day was in reality and completely transforming my life, being proved completely contrary to the days.

While remembering that day, I would like to mention some of my line’s which I had written on Twitter and other social media on yesterday … ये दिल है कि आज भी जो खुद से ही खुद की एक बग़ावत की चाहत रखता है।
और हम है कि जो आज भी हर बग़ावत को इस दिल से मिटा देना चाहते है।।

विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित।


Even today, this heart keeps a desire for a rebellion of itself.
And we still want to erase every rebellion with this heart.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal
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True friends, many times even today in my heart this idea comes, that just! Now much has not happened anymore. Yes can not tolerate anymore But the knowledge gained from the experiences of my struggle of self and those experiences of my life still do not give me any permission for this rebuke. This is the life that we can not erase the victory achieved by the guidance given by our teachers and the triumphant circumstances of our own life, because of their ignorance, or they have forgotten from their lives while proving the very complex conflict of their lives. Can not do. Well, I was telling you how some day your life can completely change your life without any particular warning. One such day came in my life when my simple life changed completely.

Remember when …

(The rest will be released from its next blog.)

Written by Vikrant Rajiiwal
08/06/2019 at 11:30 pm
(If there has been any error in translation of this Hindi language in English language then I regret it.)FB_IMG_1549024876696

Often, whenever someone asks me what is the most important achievement of you in your life? So I say to them that even today I am alive and my heart is beating in a healthful manner, and this is what is the biggest achievement of my life so far.

You must be wondering how? So let me tell you that it may be easy for you, but for me this is never so easy. When a disobedient child selects the path of improvement automatically and when it encounters many complex situations on that path, then the truth is that the friends forgetting their beats at one time forgets their beats. Understanding the vast distinction between the behavior and misbehavior of human life on the path of reform, make an effort to convert every kind of abuse from behavior to its good thoughts and convergence through a determined struggle.

Although you are aware that at present, every known person is a member of your family or the people who have known or understood the path of reform from you, by examining your past practices, rejecting your current carnal corrective work, Doubt will look comfortable with that vision. Faced with such complex situations, while struggling on the path of reform, while maintaining a struggle, on the smooth paths of life while handling the self, continuing to be progressive towards life while facing the complexity of life, the friends in truth have never been so easily.

Remember … that morning was as familiar and energetic as it was in the morning of some other day. The same feeling that the first feeling of the day had arisen in the morning, there was never a slight difference from any other day. The first thing to realize when the eye opened in the morning was that even today, like in the last couple of days, I did not wake up at 3.10 am in the morning, at 7:00 in the morning, to go to the akhada or stadium, unlike Swam’s (own) discipline. . And now I am not able to feel the same health and equally as before, but now I am going to be somewhat shabby like any old slaughter. Even today, when I got up in the morning, I was making my self-esteem that soon everything will be alright and I will wake up at 3:10 am in the morning and start an akhada going on setting up a discipline in my life. Today, this idea was a bit different in some ways, because just a few days ago, I met Akshmaat (accidentally) only with my Guruji (coach) and he inspired me to come back to the arena. At the right time, I will tell you the tales of this story, which is the first positive and positive change in my life and will always be there.

Whatever the nature may have been approved today. While churning out the aforesaid feelings, I started my daily routine by sacrificing my bed. First of all, on that day, I searched for my pocket and found some money. But then Akshmaat (immediately) noticed that for the last few months I have not even taken one rupee from my family. Then why was there so much batch of money in me today? I did not even have a sense of this about myself. Immediately I got a few rupees from my father’s pocket, that is, 100 rupees. Yes, I understood rightly without my father’s permission, I was able to get 100 rupees from his pocket, ie, 100 rupees in his pocket and kept waiting for him and his mother to go to the office of the Delhi police. . After some time, he also went off of his own office. After this I also took baths and tightened my lace boots and left my official police quarters outside without considering anything.

Today, I was feeling a little more bothered, and I had been reminded of the conversation that happened some days back, just a few days ago. And in the same absurd I was going away from a fast pace. As if I have come out of that route with my official police quarters. And after a few moments reached the nearest bus stop. After that…

The rest will be released from the next blog.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal

21/06/2019 at 9;00 pm

This is my translation of the Hindi language blog in the English language. If any error in the translation has hurt someone’s feelings, then I am sorry.

Continue … Then after a few moments, I reach the bus stop nearby. He was a salt in the distance of the right biot on the bus stand, whereas I was some time for the previous time to be filled in the stadium by a broken trap on 3:35 minutes. And today, at this time in this way, in these very strange situations, 100 yards away from the trousers of their worshiped father and waiting for the bus to go to the mandi. Feeling all this, I was feeling a little weird in my breath. At the same time a private bus stopped right at the bus stop, playing the horn straight ahead in front of me.And I saw the number of buses which I have not known right now, but at that time I saw the number of that bus, I knew that this bus will pass through the Mandi only near the Mandi. What was just what I instantly lost without a moment, straight through the back door of the bus and got on that bus. And reaching the next door from the back door of that bus, one side stands near the next door of that bus.

I was just thinking that at that time the conductor of that bus sounded a loud voice from one side that after listening to the “ticket” that cracked voice, I had some realization of reality and I walked slowly to the bus conductor Said to reach him and cut him off the ticket. In a while, he was just about to reach the market near the market and I collected his dues from the conductor of that bus and kept him in the upper pocket of his shirt. Only then he stopped with a shock at a bus stop near the main entrance of the mandi while playing a vigorous horn. I jumped down from that bus in front of the main entrance of the Mandi just before the bus stopped. Every time I jumped down from the bus (every time I came to the market) my heart was throbbing once and I glanced at the opposite direction of the market where there are some blood related relatives near me. Again, without any moment, I enter the mandi from the main door of the market directly.

At that time, it seemed to me that every person there (Mandi) was well aware of why I came here and said that I am still struggling with these feelings that after me A loud sound of a truck’s loud horn is heard. Upon hearing that intense sound, I once again realized that I was standing and being told. Fighting with such a variety of questions in my mind, I reach the other side of the mandi passing through the vegetable market (Asia’s largest vegetable market). Where a wall near the nearby slum was broken by some mischievous manners. Through that broken wall, I cross the mandi and on the other side, I stand on an open road near the railway gate. Today, I was feeling very different about everything here. That is, at some distance, some youths and middle-aged pimples and a group of other whistles appeared to me, speculating on the glasses near them. I do not know why, without waiting for a moment, I am standing near them, after then…

From the rest of the next blog

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal
14/07/2019 at 3:15 pm

If I have made any mistake in this blog translation then I apologise to all of you.

By now, you have known how in the year 2003-04, going through a tender age, how an insignificant change has come in my life and how and with which thoughts started that day. And how do I get out of my police official quarters and pass through Mandi (Asia’s largest fruit and vegetable market) with a broken wall sitting on the roadside across the market, near some of the addicts and some other addicts gaming on gilasiyo
on the ground near them Got to stand up and then ..

Now further.

And then a voice came from one side that is to bet? As soon as I hear this, I walk away from them that a addict comes a few steps behind me and asks me to stop and ask do you want to pudiya (bhaag & Dhatura? Hearing this from his mouth, I stared at him from top to bottom in a police manner and told him how much it was. On hearing this from my mouth, a wave of joy ran across his face and he said, first to take a puff, then to see and we sit on the railway track and inhale and in the first puff I came to know that my brother Somebody has a bubble. And I took three drug Pudiya (bhaang & dhatura) from her and entered the mandi (Asia’s biggest fruit vegetable market) through the same broken wall to come back and with every rising step the sight and tone in front of my vision was loud and Fast and my intoxication continued to intensify. After that, I have no recollection of how I was able to get back to my government police quarters from that confusing state. But it is so important to remember that on reaching my police quarters, I had a strong kick on the door of my policeman’s quatter while suffering from thirst and dry throat.

After a few moments, I came to know that I had locked and after removing the key from my pocket, I open the lock and enter inside the police quarters. As soon as I enter my quater, I close the door and empty a cold bottle from the fridge and empty half of it in one knee. Now I get some control over my senses and my breath. And I think about my last night what I had created something scary. I will tell you about that which was very terrible, but not yet at the appropriate time by one of the upcoming blogs. Thinking of all this, I take a cigarette out of my pocket and stand outside a window of that fourth floor policeman quater and take a look outside and with a jerk, ignite that curvy cigarette very loudly. I puff. At the same time, the door bell of the Quarter rings. And I start wondering who would have come this time. Thinking that I give one to two puffs and that is when the doorbell rings again. And I slowly approached near the door and peeped out of the door with the third eye, But the saroor, which had drunk the puff of a drunk cigarette, was now beginning to dominate my brain again. And in that stage I don’t see any thing properly outside and I open the door with a jerk.

Remaining next blog …

A real truth based on true events written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

19 August 2019 at 1:45pm

💥 One Truth. 5 (Fifth Blog) A true Experience.

Now further …

And I open the door. At that time, I could not understand anything properly in the saroor of Pudia (bhang, dhatura). Yes, still remember so much that maybe I open the door and stand back near the same window and throw out the smoldering cigarette of the pudiya ( bhang, dhatura) that is still there. Yes, remember, after that, two friends of my father, whom I knew well, he come and stand near by me. And some smilingly ask me that there is a strange smoke here. In response to this, I smile and agree with him.

At the same time, he tells me that today is the party Wishky (Madaria) will drink. On hearing this from his mouth, my forehead goes down and a strange restlessness starts happening. Don’t know why? Probably I had no hope of any such thing from him. Then there is a thought that something is wrong but at that time could not even realize at all what could be wrong. Still, stopping my restlessness, I ask him to speak to my father, uncle! because no family member is present there at the time except me on the police quarter. On hearing this from my mouth, he immediately calls my father from mobile and my father also gives his consent that it is okay to have a party. After that, he shows me the shoes and ask whoes is this, seeing my new shoes in their hands, my saroor gets a bit lighter. And I remember that perhaps I had gone from Mandi (Asia’s largest fruit and vegetable market) at Sarur in Pudia to my blood relative (Tau ji) house instead of coming straight police quarter, I remember that I had come to my police quarter wearing old, broken shoes in torn shoes instead of shoes. Right now I was thinking everything that only then one of them says to my uncle that you wear your new shoes, then party. But I tell them that it is not my shoes, this torn shoes is my and now let’s go to the party, Papa has also given permission. And I lock that my policeman quater. After that the three of us get out of that police quarters and stop Uncle Scooter at a distance of about 100 meters and another uncle (whom I call Mausa Ji) who used to live in that police colony is also sit down on the scooter. They sit down and start gearing the previous Uncle Scooter. All of this seemed very strange to me, but I silently sat almost on the Stepney of the scooter. At that time, I did not realize even a little bit that the police colony with which I have a lot of sour and sweet memories of two and a half to three years (2.5 to 3 years), I am seeing it for the last time. And the uncle who was taking us to the party, we sit on his scooter and get out of the police colony quickly.

After some time we cross the red light of the highway and come to Burari road. And I was almost in the same position sitting on the stepny of the scooter thinking that here is our plot (on which we are building and living in the present time), perhaps the party is on the same empty plot today. But when his scooter quickly moves past leaving the turn of the plot, then I wonder what is the matter today and what is the party that Papa has also approved. In that strange state of motion, the four of us on the scooter and I were sitting on the stepney at the back, thinking that only then the scooter stops on one side of an empty deserted road.

The rest from the next blog.

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal.

A truth inspired by true experiences. Now further …

On a deserted road of a scooter, as soon as we stop in an empty space on one side, we all, one by one, get off the scooter and stand on the side of the road. Thereafter, Uncle X, (fictitious name), located about 50 meters away, while looking at an office, says that he is an office, let’s go. As soon as he said this, I was convinced that there is a party in that office today and there must have already been a sprinkling of liquor and sprinkles of liquor. On thinking this, I very enthusiastically walk with them towards that office. But upon reaching there, my forehead gets a tinkle. There, a middle-aged man Sukesh Shonthi (fictitious name) was sitting on the chair. He smiles at us and welcomes us. And there were other decent people standing around him. We enter the office and sit on the chair in front of him. While sitting in our chair, that middle-aged man smilingly asks me, do you know me? I was feeling very strange all this. While somehow controlling my restlessness, I tell him very easily that no, I do not know you. Then he asks me whether you smoke cigarettes or alcohol. My hidden uneasiness began to appear from their conversation. At that time I could not understand why he was asking me such a question. When we come to party here, we will naturally drink alcohol, then why are they behaving so strangely. Bowing to all these thoughts, then I tell them that yes I am Drinking alcohol. Get it now. As soon as I say this, Uncle X stands up from the chair and along with him Uncle Y (Moussa ji) and I also get out of the office while standing in my chair. Then where Uncle X had parked his scooter, he comes and stands near a closed door. Then Uncle Ekus tells me that Vicky (my nick name) let’s go inside. As soon as they say this, I feel that the party is going to start. And as soon as I turned behind them, then Uncle Yai (Moussa ji) held my hand and insisted with great confidence, told me not to go inside Vicky. This is what remained with me. Uncle Yai (Mausa ji) who works in Delhi Police Department. I was very surprised by his strange behavior. At that time, I could not even realize why he was saying this to me. Then Uncle X makes a voice saying that Vicky come. And I tell Uncle Yai (Mousa ji) that nothing will happen, come and go. Saying so, I enter inside with Uncle X through that closed door.

At that time it seemed to me that behind the closed door there must be some colorful program of alcohol’s or any such colorful program is going to be there today. That is why we have come on such a scooter today to party at such a deserted and secret place. I almost reached there by sitting at Stepney. But as soon as I enter through the closed door, my senses fly away. As soon as I entered inside that closed door, in front of my eyes, my young boys and young men who looked like some mushtando (Healthy boys), there was a whole army. The first thought that came to me after seeing them was that this is definitely a child prison. And today we have come to this party. With this one feeling behind Uncle X, I enter a nearby room, through that closed door. Where a bed and some other discount put-alike was present. As soon as I entered that room, I felt that this is where the party will be today. The only place Uncle X and I sit in that room is to sit on that bed. Then Uncle X says take off your shoes and sit comfortably, I come now. As soon as he said this, I realized that he definitely went to call Uncle Yai (Mausa ji) and arrange the party. After he left, I sat there for about five minutes, and after that I took off my socks and smoked a bidi (cigar), and lay very leisurely on that bed. At the same time a person of a weak body enters the room in the most ordinary clothes. Don’t know why he was smiling at me. Before I tell him anything, he starts to poach in that room. Then I lie down to him in the same way that Uncle X I came in with is said? As soon as I say this, he smiles without missing a single moment and says that he has gone!

What did he mean at that time? I could not understand that. For about five to ten minutes or some time I kept taking the lonely inside the room, trying to understand those words of the person that he had gone. Suddenly with a jerk, inside the room, a wrestler type of my father’s age, a body builder, and a few other hatted young men enter with him. I was surprised to see them entering the room like this. But I kept lying down like that. All those people stand near me and then I get up and sit and tell them that where is Uncle X I said? Then he, like that first person, tells me that he has gone. As soon as they say this, I start wearing my socks. He was saying something to me, but after listening to him that he went. My Rome Rome (inside my body) was burning like a burning ember. And I was not interested in hearing any of his words. After wearing my socks, I now stand up wearing my shoes. Now we all stood face to face each other. At that time my Rome Rome (my body inside) was burning with anger and all of them were still smiling while looking at me. All this seemed to me very strange. With this strange poor mood I tell them that I have to go out. Just then a young man removes the curtain of the room and stares at me, looking inside the room. Then the scene that I saw entering inside the closed door once again appears that many such mustandas (Healthy Boys) were present here.

Suddenly I realize that I am stuck here very badly. After a while, after staring at him with anger, that Body Builder Uncle’s age, I try to knock him out of the room with his arm. Then he smiles in the same way that you can no longer go out. They were all still smiling. Which made me feel a little comfortable now. But hiding that ease, I ask him to go out in the same way. Then without losing even a single moment, he says to another young man, who appears like a mustanda standing near him, that he should take a search. As soon as he says this, he proceeds to search, but I remove him from one side and say that I have nothing. Then he starts searching himself, who looks like a Body builder. First he searches for the shirt pocket but he finds nothing there. Then I tell them that I had said that I have nothing. Then he searches my paint pocket and suddenly a smile comes on his face and he gets a pudding. Then I tell them, now you have got the pudiya. Now let me go out. But while continuing his search, he smiles again, getting another pudiya. Then I tell them that it was just this pudiya anymore. Now let me go out. But by continuing his search in the same way, he also obtains the third and final pudiya. I tell him once more that this was now the last lap and it is not my lap. Someone caught me to keep. After a few moments and searching, he is now convinced that I was telling the truth. Then he tells me that now you have to be here. On hearing this, I too smiled towards them and kept a control on myself and said how could this happen? I have to go now. Then the sir says very simply that this is a de-addiction center. And now you have to be the same. On hearing this from his mouth, the fire of anger once again ignited in my veins. But realizing the seriousness of that situation, I take a silence.

Then he calls a young man Shakir (fictional name) to get his family introduced with introduction. At that time, it seemed to me that my mother and father are present here and are taking me to get my talks once before placing me here. If this happens then I will get out of here today and now because it is not yet known to me how dangerous and menopaulated I can be. I was just contemplating all this when Shakir comes near to me and tells me that let’s do the family introduction. What will you say after reaching there? After a few moments of silence, he again explains to me, what is your name? Yes, I Vicky. Then he says don’t speak like that, say my name is Addict Vicky. On hearing this from his mouth, I felt as if he was trying to make fun of me. Then I enter the hall behind a closed curtain close behind him.

From the next next blog…

Written by Vikrant Rajliwal

21 October 2019 Time at 7:42 pm.


(First published as a collection. At 12 February 2:07 Am)

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💥Spiritual communicator, Motivational Speaker, Author, Writer, Poet And Thinker. विक्रांत राजलीवाल। (समाजिक कार्यकर्ता, कवि, शायर, नज़्मकार, ग़ज़लकार, गीतकार, व्यंग्यकार, लेखक एव नाटककार-कहानीकार-सँवादकार) 1) एहसास प्रकाशित पुस्तक (published Book) : अत्यधिक संवेदनशील काव्य पुस्तक एहसास, जिसका केंद्र बिंदु हम सब के असंवेदनशील होते जा रहे सभ्य समाज पर अपनी काव्य और कविताओं के द्वारा एक प्रहार का प्रयास मात्र है। Sanyog (संयोग) प्रकाशन घर शहादरा द्वारा प्रकाशित एव ए वन मुद्रक द्वरा प्रिंटिड। प्रकाशन वर्ष जनवरी 2016. प्रकाशित मूल्य 250:00₹ मात्र। 2) My Site: Vikrant Rajliwal Url address: वर्ष 2016-17 से अब तक सैकड़ो दर्दभरी नज़्म, ग़ज़ल, बहुत सी काव्य-कविताए एव कुछ व्यंग्य किस्से, कुछ एक गीतों के साथ बहुत से विस्तृत समाजिक, आध्यात्मिक एव मनोवैज्ञानिक लेखों के साथ कई प्रकार के सामाजिक एव आध्यात्मिक विचार लिख कर अपनी साइट पर प्रकाशित कर चुके है। एव दिनप्रतिदिन कॉप्के प्रेमस्वरूप नित्य नई रचनाओँ का लेखन एव प्रकाशन जारी है। एवं स्वम् की कई नज़्म कविताओं एव लेखों का अंग्रेजी भाषा में अनुवाद कर चुके है। 3) Youtube channel: Vikrant Rajliwal पर मेरे द्वारा लिखित मेरी समस्त रचनाओँ जैसे प्रकाशित पुस्तक एहसास से अति संवेदनशील काव्य- कविताए, और मेरी निजी लेखनी ब्लॉग साइट पर प्रकाशित मेरी सैकड़ो नज़्म, ग़ज़ल और बहुत सी काव्य, कविताओँ एव्यंग्य किस्सों को मेरे स्वयं के स्वरों के साथ देखने और सुनने के लिए मेरे YouTube चैनल को अभी Subscribe कीजिए। 👉 आगामी रचनाएँ (Upcoming Creation's) : अपनी ब्लॉग साइट पर सक्रिय अति विस्तृत दर्दभरी नज़्म दास्ताँ श्रृंखला "दास्ताँ" के अंतर्गत चौथी एवं अब तक लिखी गई अंतिम अति विस्तृत दर्दभरी नज़्म दास्ताँ "मासूम मोहब्ब्त" प्रकाशित करि जाएगी। जल्द ही अपनी ब्लॉग साइट पर अपनी कुछ लघु कहानियों का प्रकाशन का कार्य प्रारंभ करूँगा। 👉 साथ ही मैं वर्ष 2016 से एक अत्यंत ही दर्दभरा जीवन के हर रंग को प्रस्तुत करती एक सामाजिक कहानी, एक नाटक पर कार्य कर रहा हु। 💥 इसके साथ ही शायद आप मे से बहुत से महानुभव इस बात से परिचित नही होंगे कि मैं आपका अपना मित्र विक्रांत राजलीवाल वर्ष 2003-04 से नशे से पीड़ित मासूम व्यक्तियों के लिए निःस्वार्थ भाव से सेवा करता आ रहा हु एव स्वम भी कई प्रकार के जटिल उतार चढ़ाव के उपरांत एक शुद्ध रिकवरी को प्राप्त कर सका हु। यदि आप मुशायरे या कवि सम्मेलन के आयोजक है और आप मेरी सैकड़ो दर्दभरी नज़्म ग़ज़ल शायरी या काव्य कविताओं के द्वारा मेरे कार्यक्रम को बुक करते है तो यकीन मानिए इस प्रकार से आप अपना एक अनमोल योगदान उन मासूमो के लिए सहज ही प्रदान कर सकते है। क्योंकि मेरी कला के कार्यक्रम से होने वाली 100% कमाई नशे से पीड़ित उन गरीब एव बेबस मासूमो के इलाज लिए समर्पित होगी। जिन्होंने अपना जीवन जीने से पूर्व ही नशे के आदि बन कर बर्बाद करना शुरू कर दिया है या बर्बाद कर चुके है। 😇 समाज सेवा: स्वमसेवी नशामुक्ति कार्यक्रम के तहत नशे की गिरफ्त में फंसे नवयुवको एवं व्यक्तियों को एक स्वास्थ्य जीवन को जीने के लिए प्रेरित करता आ रहा हु। स्वमसेवी संस्थाओं एवं स्वयम से जन सम्पर्को के माध्यम द्वारा निशुल्क सेवा भाव से वर्ष 2003 से अब तक। विक्रांत राजलीवाल द्वारा लिखित। मेरासंपर्क सूत्र नीचे अंकित है। My Whatsapp no: 91+9354948135 (Translated) One service and one collaboration Hello Friends, Many of you may not be familiar with the greatness that I have been serving my self-indigenous friends Vikrant Rajliwal with selfless service for innocent people who have been suffering from intoxicants since 2003-04. After a complex fluctuation of type, I could get a pure recovery. And if you are the organizer of mushere or poet conference or you can book my program with my hundreds of painful najm ghazal shayari or poetic poems and also in your program, believe that in this way you have a valuable contribution They can easily provide for those innocent people. Because 100% earnings from my program will be dedicated to the treatment of those poor and unemployed innocent people who have started wasting or wasted by becoming addicted to drugs before living their lives. Name: Vikrant Rajliwal Published book: एहसास (a highly sensitive poetic book inspired by social and humanitarian values) published by Sanyog publication house shahdara. Which was also showcased at the Delhi World Book Fair in the same year 2016. 🎤 Upcoming creations: The story of my fourth and last nazam tales written so far. And a play, a painful story presenting every run of life. 😇 Social service: Swamsevy has been promoting the life of the youth and all the people trapped under the influence of intoxicants as a drug addiction program. Free service charges through Swamsevy institutions from 2003 till now. Thank you Vikrant Rajliwal Hometown: Delhi. The contact form is displayed below. My Whatsapp no: 91 + 9354948135 प्रिय पाठकों एव मित्रजनों, यह है अब तक का मेरे द्वारा सम्पन्न एव आगामी लेखन कार्य, जो आप सभी प्रियजनों के प्रेम एव आशीर्वाद से शीघ्र अति शीघ्र ही सम्म्प्न हो अपने वास्तविक स्वरूप को प्राप्त हो जाएगा। आप सभी प्रियजन अपना प्रेम एव आशीर्वाद अपने रचनाकार मित्र विक्रांत राजलीवाल पर ऐसे ही बनाए रखे। धन्यवाद। विक्रांत राजलीवाल।

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