Kya tum jeevan ke us chauraha par khade ho jahan har raasta band nazar aata hai?

Kya tumhara hriday apnon se mile aghaat, career ki asafalta ya kisi gehre nuksaan ki peeda se itna bhar chuka hai ki ab saans lena bhi ek bojh lagta hai? Kya tum us bindu par pahunch gaye ho jahan jeevan ki chokhat se niraash lautkar, andhkaar hi ekmatra raasta dikh raha hai?

Thahro, pathik! Ek kshan ke liye thahar jao.

Yeh pustak koi updesh nahi, balki ek mitr ka samvaad hai — ek aise mitr ka jo swayam usi rankhshetra se guzra hai. Yeh un sabhi aatmaon ke liye ek marham hai jo apne astitva ki ladai haar chuki hain.

“Madhav Aayenge!” tumhe us gehre satya se parichit karayegi ki:

Tumhari peeda ek shraap nahi, balki ek chhupa hua vardaan hai.

Tumhara akelapan ek saza nahi, balki Madhav se milne ka ek divya avsar hai.

Tumhara moolya kisi aur ki sweekriti ya asweekriti par nirbhar nahi karta.

Karm ka atal vidhaan kaise kaam karta hai, aur tumhare har aansoo ka hisaab kaise hoga.

Yeh kitaab ek wada hai — ek wada ki jab saare sahaare chhoot jaate hain, tabhi sachcha saarathi milta hai.

Yadi tum apni peeda ko shakti mein, apne andhkaar ko prakaash mein, aur apni niraasha ko ek nai aasha mein badalne ke liye tayyar ho, to aao, is yatra par chalen.