One fine day when I was sleeping, I felt something under my hand. I woke up to see a bundle of papers. Neatly written in pen were some stories. Swacchta Abhiyaan, Return Home, Namami Ganga....I could not stop myself from turning pages. There were eight stories...just when I was about to finish reading them, my 11 year old son Shreenabh came from behind and said, 'Mumma, I have decided to call my book-Thank You, Modiji'...and so the journey began!!!
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