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Best Latest (Top 2 Real-life Stories)

12-year-old Paulami could haven't foreseen that her family’s traditional summer vacation to Hyderabad in 2001 would change her life forever.

That year, a terrible accident left her with 75-80 percent burns and an amputated arm. Paulami was shattered – but not such a lot that she could hand over on life. together with her parents as her ultimate pillars of support, this fighter took the reins of her life in her own hands, literally.

Sixteen years and 45 surgeries later, Paulami is probably one among the foremost resilient and strongest persons you'll ever meet. She now runs her closed corporation, which deals with heavy machinery, and is happily married to her childhood sweetheart.

I never thought that I’d meet with an accident and tiny did I do know that it had been getting to change my life forever. But it happened anyway, and there was nothing anyone could do to undo it. But what I could do was fight back. there have been two choices—either hand over and drown me in self-pity or reconcile with things and face it with a smile. I started seeing everything as a chance instead of a hindrance. And that’s what made the difference! they assert when life presents you with an opportunity; grab it with both the hands. I did an equivalent, just with 1 and a half.

Laxman Rao also left home, in Amaravati, Maharashtra, way back in 1975. My favorite Hindi novelist was Gulshan Nanda. I wanted to write down like him, become famous, and earn money, says Rao stirring tea on a kerosene stove ahead of him. Delhi was the place to be, to become a novelist, he believed, but becoming a writer was an obsession, he says. While working as a daily wage laborer and later as a seller of bidis and cigarettes, to make his ends meet, Rao managed to write his first novel Nayi Duniya Ki Nayi Kahani in 1979. But he couldn’t find a publisher. How could an individual doing menial jobs be a writer? they asked. But Rao did not give up. He self-published this book from his savings. I thought my book would become a classic—nothing of the type happened. But that didn’t stop me from carrying on, he says.

He set up a tea stall under a tree, right in front of Delhi’s Hindi Bhavan, sometime in the ’90s. Rao completed his graduation when he was in his 50s and did his post-graduation in his 60s. Twenty-five books later, he continues to sell tea and his books from an equivalent spot. Writing has brought me fame, but this stall is my identity, Rao says, as he poses for a photograph with a lover who has come to introduce his newly-wed wife to him.