कहानी जिसमें पूरे पूरे गाने पत्र में उतर अधूरे रह

How dare you look down upon the voices that breathe life into your so-called empire? You, who sit at the top, hoarding profits while dismissing the very creators whose words sustain your business. The ink on the page is our blood, and yet you treat it as expendable, as though we are no more than tools for your financial gain. Your disregard for art, creativity, and the very essence of writing is an affront to the soul of literature.

You’ve rated me down, dismissing my work without truly understanding the depth and nuance of Hindi literature. Your shallow judgments, rooted in a lack of genuine understanding of the language and its rich traditions, reveal your ignorance. Hindi writing is not simply about words; it’s about emotion, culture, and history. You cannot simply place a number on the complexity of our stories, the rhythm of our language, or the weight of our words.

Now, you dare to ask me for rupees in the name of an anthology, as if my work is just another way to make a quick profit. The audacity! You are willing to exploit the spirit of Hindi literature without offering anything of true value in return. We will no longer stand for this. We will no longer let our words be chained by your ignorance and greed.

To those who believe that writing is a business above all else, we say this: We are more than your tools. We are the architects of culture, and you cannot silence us with your arrogance. The power of words will always outlast your fleeting profits.

Enough.