A well-equipped barge on a wide riverbank, slowly moving upstream. The novelist is sitting on the roof of the barge. There are white papers and pen in front of him. He is writing, a detailed description of the river, buildings, temporary sand dunes on the banks of the river, tents in Tripol of few small rural fairs. The novelist continues to write page after page, today he is satisfied. But he has lost sight of some events. The bride is riding in a small boat coming from the opposite direction having two opposite feelings in her heart. She left behind his father, mother, adolescence…… Moments of anguish await. The prospect of a new life in a new place, the excitement of having a family with her husband. A young woman in her thirties, losing her sindur, with tears in her eyes, fearing an uncertain future, is returning home from the ghat. The dumb boy is standing beside the burning cheetah, he has just lost his father. A young woman at the fair forever, sitting hunched over and buying glass bangles without knowing that, her dream man, lost his life on the battlefield two days before or the young man who sits on the bank of the river with a bored look, reminiscing about the happy days spent with his beloved and weeping silently. Due to caste and religion, his beloved was never found in his life. These small feelings of happiness and sorrow, which are deeply rooted in human life, which are contemporary but eternal….. was noticed by a person. He was a writer of short stories. The author is weaving a garland of joys and sorrows, acknowledging the emotions of those unspoken people.