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Book Review: You are the Best Friend (JustMyThoughts)

 You are the Best Friend

            -  By Ajay K. Pandey(author)


You are the Best Friend is another  emotionally moving story by Ajay K Pandey. There are so many little instances mentioned which causes a effect more that we imagined it to be and yet the Author succeeded in having a happy ending story...

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There are so many beautifully written lines. The language of books is simpler to read and beautiful to experience. Some of the ones are mentioned below-

' The best conversations are the ones where you don't have to worry what you say. You can just be , you . '

' The scars which you cannot see take the longest to heal.'

' A real friend never questions. They accept who you are and help you become better. '

'It's okay to share what you are going through. It is good to be a child sometimes. '

And soo many more. ..

The book touches the heart of the readers by a friend's approach. The tale is about moving on and chosing to be Happy. Because-

Happiness is first a Choice, then a habit and later a Personality ( these were the authors words in Her Last Wish)

Ajay, after suffering from the loss attends Art oF Living and there, he meets Anisha, who proves to be his best friend through out and helps him through his way. She is the Angel-person who makes his life happier and helps him to fulfill his dream of having You are the Best Wife to be a bestseller.

It is a beautiful tale with beautiful emotions and beautifully  expressed.


More by the Author:-

You are the Best Wife

Her Last Wish

Works by other Indian authors -

A Hundered Little Flames ,

Life is what you Make of it and 

The Rule Breakers(Preeti Shenoy)

Something I Never Told You ( Shravya Binder)

A blog- A Place called 

Thank you 

ANU


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