Reading an article in a magazine about the pain of a helpless lady I penned down my story ' Poisonous trap ' . The article went " My life has become the ocean of sorrow and disappointment every moment seems like years, life has become a burden; I feel my sorrow greater than the treacherous pains of Hell. "

A drop or two fell from the corner of my eyes. I was compelled to think "Do such things really happen in our society ?The young lady's excepting garden full of beautiful flowers always get the pain of thorns in the flowers. "

Thinking patiently, I got an option and came the short story collection 'Poisonous trap ' and on the day of its completion an interesting incident got attached to it.

Many of our unfortunate sisters have to suffer from the burden as ' Shubhangi ' the protagonist of the Poisonous trap because of very small mistake they are cursed to lead a life of insult, helplessness and sorrow.If my story proves helpful in curing the pain of any of such sisters, I shall think my creation worthy.