دانلود رمان انگلیسی “بیخوابی”

Insomnia is a compilation of stories, many of which I wrote nearly ten years back, in sleepy Ferozepur, the last town of Punjab on the India–Pakistan border. I would drag a chair into the bamboo thicket at the end of our garden and sit there with my laptop, the breeze carrying to me strains of the Gurbani from across the yellow mustard fields. Though the stories were not getting published anywhere, they added so much meaning to my life. A portion of the book I wrote more recently, in the lonely months of the lockdown, cut away from the world by the pandemic that suddenly changed everything. I would work on it leaning back on the sofa in my Delhi flat, with a steaming mug of tea by my side and a bored Hukum—our handsome golden retriever—dozing off at my feet, his long silken ears brushing the floor. These stories helped take away some of the stifling sadness that had seeped into my heart as I constantly lived and breathed episodes of tragic human loss while writing Kargil , my previous book. This mixed bag of tales will show you a world of olive green that is inhabited not just by heroes but also by characters cut out from the same fabric of society that defines most of us: some strong, some weak, some seeped in moral courage, others twisted and evil. Isn’t that how it is in the real world? The stories I particularly enjoyed writing are the ones about the escapades of a happy-go-lucky major in the Indian Army who is loosely based on a young paratrooper I know. You will find him and his company of badass soldiers navigating their Kashmir and Siachen postings with a devil-may-care attitude. Their (mis)adventures give you a glimpse of how life actually is in the army, where young boys, straight out of college, are ready to risk everything in the line of duty, with a song on their lips and a wicked prank in their heads. While many of the incidents you will read in this book are based on true events and many of the characters are drawn from people I know, much of what you will read comes with what we, in the writing world, called creative licence. Which means that it is all a product of the writer’s imagination and may or may not be true. Many of these stories were written at a time when I had no contacts in publishing. So I wrote these promising myself that one day, maybe a hundred years later, I would compile them into a book. It seemed like an impossible dream back then, but I guess a hundred years sometimes pass by in the blink of an eye. And dreams do come true. That’s what I would like you to take back from this book. So, happy dreaming! And, I hope, some happy reading too!