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A tale of two cities: Chapter one - The period

    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.      There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.       It was the year of Our Lord one thousand
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Hello, I am Actor, Author, Compose, Singer, and Writer. Moreover, I am trying to write about myself and my work through this page.


1 – When you started writing?

Ah, I started writing when everyone start writing in school or at home. However, if you are asking about story writing then I wrote my first story in my school days like everyone. I remembered that it was a part to qualify for my admission exam.


2 – When you started singing?

When you like music singing happens naturally, and I love music and musical toy-based instrument since childhood. I always wanted to participate in school days, but this thing did not happen till a certain age in school. However, my singing and music journey moved more forward because of YouTube.


3 – When you started acting?

As you know, drama is a fine form of acting, and it came into my life with the word hero, and it appeared in my life with drama participation in school days. I can not forget the first dance practice season of my life, which memory still gives me a good feeling.


4 – When you started writing poetry?

It has a good connection to my music and heart. Well, more than half of the songs are based around love life thus it is not possible to separate music and poetry. And I started writing poetry because of song lyrics as a teenager.


5 – Tell us about your poetry book. "The color of another life."

Everything is hiding in its title name; color describes that there are many shades and colors of life in another world. Where the definition of color and their shade meaning is changing or would keep changing, it is just imagination or a real-world connection to many lives that I do not know. This book created with my fictional state of mind, and people always wanted to know about another world which is the most curious thing.


6 – What are your favorite authors or writers?

I have read many short stories as a chapter in my childhood life, and some stories I liked, but their writer names I never remembered. But because of the Harry Potter movies. I always wanted to buy their book, which was costly at that time thus I was never able to buy them, but last year I bought the Harry Potter and Game of Thrones books. However, I still have not completed any English language novel in my life, but I still want to read all books but because of new unknown words or time, I always stop myself. However, I have every book in digital format, but you can not replace a paper book with a digital one, and you can not find easiness in the digital one compared to a paperback. Other favorite authors whose writing style and depth I like are Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien, Mr. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Mr. George R. R. Martin, Mr. Stephen King, Mr. Dan Brown, Mrs. Suzanne Collins, and Mrs. Victoria Aveyard. But here, I want to mention that I never completed any novel but saw their digital books for things I do not know.


7 – What are your favorite singers, musician, or artists?

Pop is my favorite music genre, and rock genre I like in anger or a hurting mood, and I listen to rap music sometimes to understand what they are saying or talking about. There are several singers and musicians which I like. It is not possible to write every name in pop music, but Mr. Justin Bieber, Mr. Shawn Mendes, Miss Sabrina Carpenter, Miss Taylor Swift, Miss Camilla Cabello, Miss Selena Gomez, and Mrs. Adele. In the Hindi language, Mr. Arijit Singh, Mr. Ankit Tiwari, Mr. Darshan Raval, Mr. Himesh Reshamiya, and many more.


8 – What are your favorite actors and actresses?

The list is very long, and when you do not write a particular person's name. It hurts, I think, and Miss Ema Watson is my beloved actress since I saw her in Harry Potter, but I did not know her name until a few years ago because of the internet. And here is one secret I want to reveal, I fell in love with Ema Watson's character when I did not know the meaning of love in my childhood like other boys. I told you what I like to hear in music, but in entertainment, every actor and actress plays their role. Thus I cannot define my favorite category, but I like dark and entertaining characters like Jack Sparrow, Sherlock Holmes, and every other good fantasy character.


9 – What are your favorite sports or games?

Chess which I learned to play with defeat participation. Football on the ground, Basketball on the court, and Cricket sometimes. However, I did not play any game for a long time, but I still miss the ground.


10 – What are your favorite players?

Mr. Cristiano Ronaldo and Mr. M. S. Dhoni.


11 – What do you think about politics?

Problems created leaders, and leaders turned into Kings and Queens. After, they turned into democratic politics, and this format will also change soon. There is nothing to think about politics because I believe thinking about people is more important. But nowadays people think more about themselves which is also not bad. In older age, AD or BC, young people can also lead the nation or world, but now these things do not happen because of available political structure.


12 – What about your first music album?

I am working on it, and you will hear it very soon in English and Hindi; however, you can still listen to my several English and Hindi songs.


13 – Do you know many peoples do not like you and have many issues with your thinking?

You can call me a little tricky because I never had any space for such things. And I do not have the wisdom to make anyone down or deny their carrier. Everyone has their opinions, which no one can limit. One thing I want to add is that because of spreading information and upgrading technology next generation's rise time will change thus legend, and seniors do not have to worry. Which they had achieved next generation, or their children will get those things much faster but with hard work.

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