Treasures of Life

The days, I mean years, of romance novels are counted. Yeah! I do am alarming you. The authors, writing on romance, may better choose any other faculty, as an entire occupation called as 'writing on romance' shall be extinct.

Friends, with world recession, global economy is on the verge to collapse. And the pundits and forecasters were trying hard to give this message for decades. But none cared to listen to them. And we found that one fine morning we had to confront blood bath in almost all the markets of the world. The indices of stock, metals and commodities literally plunged down to abyss.

It was merely an effect of GLOBAL RECESSION.

Now, get ready to face the brutal and horrible consequences of GLOBAL WARMING!

For centuries reasonably cool (and reasonably warm too) globe has been providing our romantic men and women various places for their romance. Gardens, orchards, lush green lawns were maintaining ambience, and providing millions of square kilometers of area for dance and romance. With the global warming, the greenery shall be an historical environment.

Well, we are responsible for the deforestation, and consequent global warming, we will face the effects of our own blunders. Our own illegitimate, but stamped as bona fide child, named as 'global warming' is trying to convert entire world into a big desert. There won't be a room for romance. Neither will there be any task left for romance writers.

This rascal 'global warming' is unnecessarily trying to annihilate our beautiful ice laden mountains. Why should it have started melting our lovely ice? Our romanteers, I mean mountaineers, liked the slabs of ice and its snowy surface for their skiing and skating. These games are generally played only on ice while romancing. There won't be ice left. There won't be a room for romance. Better wind up our role as a romance writer and seek a role as a fighter or get any so called hell of a job in any other field for our survival.

See the cruelty of this scoundrel 'global warming'. Well it isn't stopping there. It is religiously diverting the liquefied ice to our fascinating long beaches, by filling our coastal area with this molten ice. Rising sea level would cover all the beaches under water. There won't be a room for romance. Better divert your writing on 'horror' for which, in our warm globe, you shall get profuse raw material.

My friends, it's my earnest appeal. In the erection of concrete jungle, in the process called as progress, we destroy or have to destroy the trees, grown trees. We lose thousands of cubic meters of foliage which work as storehouses of moisture. Unless, with an extermination of every single big tree, we immediately plant few hundreds of plants to compensate the loss of moisture, we won't be able to save our earth from the menace of global warming.

Being an author of romance novel, I beg all of you not to interfere with our nature; and if at all you have to, kindly refurnish the loss to refurbish the globe. Please, please keep and create more room for romance, which shall provide us uninterrupted supply of subjects on romance novels.

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