On the morning of July 20, 1983, the beautiful view outside the window of the guest room was captivating my eyes. The gentle touch of the breeze effortlessly brought a smile to my lips. Suddenly, my gaze shifted towards the vase placed on the tabl...

On the morning of July 20, 1983, the beautiful view outside the window of the guest room was captivating my eyes. The gentle touch of the breeze effortlessly brought a smile to my lips. Suddenly, my gaze shifted towards the vase placed on the table. A staff member removed the white roses, which had not yet withered, from the flowerpot and replaced them with blooming red roses. Just like that, the first poem of this book found its place on the first page. The poem "Gulab" (Rose) was the first pearl that came into my hands. After that, some incidents of life, some witnessed scenes, slowly turned into pearls and kept coming into my hands. Sometimes two or three pearls would come in a day, while sometimes it took months for the next pearl to reach me. Gradually, I began to gather all these scattered pearls, and finally, 'Ehsaas' (feeling) turned into a beautiful necklace. There are still some pearls scattered here and there, they also need to be collected soon. Shower your love and blessings on the necklace called "Ehsaas."Seema Garg