A preface never defines anyone once you understand the emotion conveyed through their assertions and the depth of their words that shape the world. This can be seen as the face of the preface, while the postface represents the recognition we receive from the preface.
The preface serves as a means to elaborate on our journey, how we come across opportunities to write, and the individuals behind it. These are the people who inspire us to be compassionate and empathetic towards others, making us better individuals. It is a self-contained question and answer. Once you become familiar with the unpredictability of life, you will attain or encounter whatever you desire. That is the beauty of life. In my pursuit of something, I have encountered both beautiful human beings and monsters.
She is as dangerous as poison when it comes to getting sacred by themselves, and she is poison, but that poison nectar for somebody, and for someday it's become lethal. It depends upon the person's realness. We both like to be real and get acquainted to be real humans only. Nowadays, people are like camouflage: when, where, and how they are going to teach you the weirdness of life nobody knows. However, her companionship for me is no less than an empyrean complot. We sharpen each other through a little wisdom, which we had earlier. Now, we both know more than anyone about life, people's intentions, actions, and the dichotomy of their imputations. Our stupid illustration makes us better, and we both are mad when it comes to abstract connections. We both develop such a microscopic viewpoint to get something from nothing. Our attitude toward learning pushes us to learn more about things on our own.
Earlier, we were on trial whenever we discussed something. Now, we are becoming 0.1% better than others when it comes to understanding people's emotions and their pain. One day, we were talking about something, and I mentioned that I had written many articles and wondered if I should convert them into books. She suggested that it could be a book if I wanted to compile it, and I agreed to give it a try, although I wasn't completely sure about it. Should I make it happen or not? I received a lot of help while writing, and she guided me very patiently. I am grateful for her kindness. She is always ready to help anyone in need. Such a beautiful soul focused on the well-being of others.
I'm very fortunate that I'm in the shadow, or we both are in the shadow of each of our wisdom. Initially, I didn't know anything, but she gradually groomed me without letting me know, and now we are both reaping the benefits of her patience. She is the sole inspiration for many things in my life. I don't know whether I will bring about any change in her life or not. But her guidance and helping me understand my flaws made me better able to correct my flaws and become a better person. That's how I got an opportunity to write something about her, to preserve our memories and cherish our companionship when we grow old. That's what binds both of us with an invisible energy that connects us wholeheartedly forever. So this book is inspired by her, our inspiration in life, who is very wise, and rational.
This book is all about My Okra; her life is good or bad. I am no one to categorize into categories. Her life is in itself a dilemma for her but for me, not less than an inspiration. I don't care about anyone what they are thinking about her, the only thing I know is she is the best in every version with right rationality.
