My name is Aradhana Verma and I love my name. My mother used to say that my father had given me this name and I used to be happy knowing this. Since childhood, I grew up very pampered with grandmother and grandfather, perhaps even my children woul...

My name is Aradhana Verma and I love my name. My mother used to say that my father had given me this name and I used to be happy knowing this. Since childhood, I grew up very pampered with grandmother and grandfather, perhaps even my children would not have found so much love as I did. I was born in Varanasi. Today I am compelled to say that as soft as my childhood was, every moment of my youth was full of thorns, sandy and hard. I don't know how it doesn't take a minute to change a person. So quickly, even the chameleon does not fill its color. As much as these so-called relationships found in the guise of themselves go by change. Is love, affection, respect, everything sold in the market? Do those who pretend to be rich eat coins and money? In fact, I do not have any pain, I have no complaints with anyone. We used to imagine ourselves to be heaven in the service of elders, but maybe everything is sold..... Don't measure. Here everything from pain to laughter is fake. I don't have to carve out these mean relationships now, I just want to say that maybe we were wrong, that's why they all understood our weakness to give our love and respect Were, which has become like a curse for us in the world. "HAAR GAYA MERA MANN" is neither a passing tomorrow nor my tomorrow. This is a beautiful beginning of endless love.