"Child of Silence" ek behad shaandar aur romanchak rahasya/thriller upanyas hai!!
"Child of Silence" is one doggone good mystery/thriller!!
"Child of Silence" is one doggone good mystery/thriller!!
“Jis andaz mein kaali mahilaayein "girl" (sheli) kehti hain, usmein ek jaadui aakarshan hota hai. Sach kahu toh, sharirik mrityu ke baad chetna ke astitva mein hone ya na hone ko lekar mera koi pakka vishwas nahi hai. Lekin agar aisa hona hi hai, toh main jaanta hoon ki roshni ki ore apni yatra ke baad main kya dekhna chahta hoon. Main ek aisi kaali mahila ko dekhna chahta hoon jo muskura kar kahe, "Girl...."
“ The way black women say "girl" can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it's going to
“ The way black women say "girl" can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it's going to
“Jis andaz mein kaali mahilaayein "girl" (sheli) kehti hain, usmein ek jaadui aakarshan hota hai. Sach kahu toh, sharirik mrityu ke baad chetna ke astitva mein hone ya na hone ko lekar mera koi pakka vishwas nahi hai. Lekin agar aisa hona hi hai, toh main jaanta hoon ki roshni ki ore apni yatra ke baad main kya dekhna chahta hoon. Main ek aisi kaali mahila ko dekhna chahta hoon jo muskura kar kahe, "Girl...."
“The way black women say "girl" can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it's going to happen I know what I want to see after my trek toward the light. I want to see a black woman who will smile and say, "Girl....”
“The way black women say "girl" can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it's going to happen I know what I want to see after my trek toward the light. I want to see a black woman who will smile and say, "Girl....”
“Qaidi, gulaam, mahilaayein aur bachhe, bimar, kamzor, divyang, janwar, yahan tak ki khud dharti—jinke paas bhi satta thi, unke krur khelo ke liye yeh sabhi aasaani se shikaar ban jaate the. Yeh galat tha, paap tha, par yeh sachai thi
“Prisoners, slaves, women and children, the sick, weak, disabled, animals, the earth itself – all were fair game for the cruel sport of those who had power. It was wrong, it was evil, but it was a fact of life
“Prisoners, slaves, women and children, the sick, weak, disabled, animals, the earth itself – all were fair game for the cruel sport of those who had power. It was wrong, it was evil, but it was a fact of life
Bo ko ehsaas hua ki Texas ke geet hamesha aasmaan ke baare mein hote the kyunki wahan iske siva aur kuch tha hi nahi. Na koi pahaad, na koi teela, aur na hi dharti ki koi aisi lehar jo anant ki ore bhatakti nazar ko rok sake. Usne tay kiya ki is bhugol ke liye "sapat" shabd bhi kam padta hai. Maamla isse bhi badh kar tha. Yeh zameen ke neeche ka ek aisa khichav tha, jiske upar aasmaan itna ataah faila hua tha ki un logon ka bhi dimaag kharab ho sakta tha jo pehle se hi pagalpan ki hadd par nahi the
“It occurred to Bo that Texas songs were always about the sky because there simply wasn't anything else. No hill, no mound, not even a ripple of earth to break the dizzying sweep of the eye toward infinity. “Flat,” she decided, was a term insufficient to the terrain. It was more than that. It was actually a negative pull, an inverted gasp of ground beneath a firmament so boundless it might threaten the sanity of even those who weren't already pushing the edge
“It occurred to Bo that Texas songs were always about the sky because there simply wasn't anything else. No hill, no mound, not even a ripple of earth to break the dizzying sweep of the eye toward infinity. “Flat,” she decided, was a term insufficient to the terrain. It was more than that. It was actually a negative pull, an inverted gasp of ground beneath a firmament so boundless it might threaten the sanity of even those who weren't already pushing the edge