Publisher's Synopsis
The humble doctor examined him, took a close look at Dilip's injury, and gave him some medicine. Like always, Dr. Garhwali summarized to his second patient, "This is not that bad, just take some rest and take these medicines. Don't eat any non-vegetarian food or drink liquor after taking this medicine. Do you understand? Repeat to me what I just told you." Dilip's reply was epic, he simply said, "Ji Uncle, I got it. I understood that I have to take the medicine starting tomorrow morning." "Why tomorrow? Why not today?" Dr. Uncle asked. "Uncle, today is Sunday, we have sacred rituals in the evening, we do it every Sunday, it can't be ignored," said Dilip, concealing his true predicament.Dipu and Dilip said their goodbyes to the doctor, laughed together, and walked out the clinic. Meanwhile, Dr. Uncle was still confused about the ritual that could stop a person from taking his medicines.However, Saju bhaiya got the idea and shyly smiled, looking away from his father's confusion. He too would partake in the same rituals.So how about being Imperfect? I looked around ourselves, the river, the mountains, the trees all of them and I mean all of them are in Imperfect shapes. There physical nature is not exactly, round, sphere, triangle or smooth. Yet they are wonderful and perfect. We humans are also part of this nature so why are we pushing so hard to be Perfect? What is the exact definition of Perfect? I don't know. May be you can help. The tales of Perfectly Imperfect ones are the stories of few Nikkammeys (useless fellows) who failed badly in there adventures. None of them was Perfect but none of them was a failure. Each and every character is full of life and exemplifies its various colours. Life which is beyond the parameter of being Perfect or ultra successful. One might see there own reflection in these characters and that is the intention as well. I hope you will enjoy this book with our Perfectly Imperfect Nikkammeys. These stories will definitely make you smile, laugh and enjoy the festival known as the Human Life. "No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers." ― Wolfgang Riebe
