Two man both seriously ill and unable to even stand by themselves shared the same hospital room but the one who had a bed near the window was allowed to situp for one hour per day to drain the liquids from his lungs.
They both talked for hours and hours with each other. And when the man near the window had to situp he will describe the other man about what is happening out of the window and the other man will eagerly wait for that time to come everyday but one day he got a thought about why he didn't got the opportunity to see the outside world like he used to do before and why only his roommate got the opportunity.
Days passed and suddenly at one night the man who occupied the bed near the window started choking he was helpless and the other man who could have informed the hospital staff about his roommates situation didn't moved and watched him die silently. And then the other man asked the staff if he could now occupy the bed near the window they agreed and gave him that bed and when he slowly tried to wake up he saw a blank wall in front of him.
#kbc #review
They both talked for hours and hours with each other. And when the man near the window had to situp he will describe the other man about what is happening out of the window and the other man will eagerly wait for that time to come everyday but one day he got a thought about why he didn't got the opportunity to see the outside world like he used to do before and why only his roommate got the opportunity.
Days passed and suddenly at one night the man who occupied the bed near the window started choking he was helpless and the other man who could have informed the hospital staff about his roommates situation didn't moved and watched him die silently. And then the other man asked the staff if he could now occupy the bed near the window they agreed and gave him that bed and when he slowly tried to wake up he saw a blank wall in front of him.
#kbc #review
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this.is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off.
#Einstestine #review #shortstory
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this.is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off.
#Einstestine #review #shortstory
" LOST"
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype.
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this? Is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm.. - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype.
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this? Is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm.. - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
There he was standing in front of a mirror with a strange thought in his mind while watching himself in the mirror he believed that he was watching a stupid person in the mirror who was seeking for motivation to do work but failing each time he tried.
He was tired of seeking motivation from you tube videos and other social media sites. He was charged up many times by watching those videos which would soon be drained like the battery of a mobile phone.
He had been thinking from past few days of why he wasn't able to do the right thing while he knew what is the right thing to do ,he had been thinking why he had to seek motivation from others to do a thing which he knew he has to do.
Then it struck him that he had been always wrong to even try and look answer from others of why he had to do the thing which he was supposed to do. It struck him that he had always knew the answer of that question all along but wasn't smart enough to accept that answer, but the past was past and now he began his journey to become a person he always had dreamt of becoming.
#kbc #review
He was tired of seeking motivation from you tube videos and other social media sites. He was charged up many times by watching those videos which would soon be drained like the battery of a mobile phone.
He had been thinking from past few days of why he wasn't able to do the right thing while he knew what is the right thing to do ,he had been thinking why he had to seek motivation from others to do a thing which he knew he has to do.
Then it struck him that he had been always wrong to even try and look answer from others of why he had to do the thing which he was supposed to do. It struck him that he had always knew the answer of that question all along but wasn't smart enough to accept that answer, but the past was past and now he began his journey to become a person he always had dreamt of becoming.
#kbc #review
She has a bookshelf of her heart
And ink running through her veins
She'll write with the typewriter of her brain
Stories of every person she
Has known and met
Some has a sentence
While others have a whole essay
Thousands of inky footprints
That they have left
You might wonder
Why does she write so much
But she hopes
One day she'll mean enough
For someone to write about her too..
#review #Nandinithakar
And ink running through her veins
She'll write with the typewriter of her brain
Stories of every person she
Has known and met
Some has a sentence
While others have a whole essay
Thousands of inky footprints
That they have left
You might wonder
Why does she write so much
But she hopes
One day she'll mean enough
For someone to write about her too..
#review #Nandinithakar
#review #Omueti #Flashfiction
Title: Hyenas on the Street
I had searched for jobs but failed to secure any. I tried to borrow money but no one was willing to lend me some. Hunger soon ravaged my home like a strong beast from the wild. All day, I pushed myself around and was forced to approach people on the streets to ask for assistance; I even prayed for them that Allah should bless them and replenish their pockets, but they only walked faster and avoided me.
After two weeks of grappling and struggling to overthrow my mind’s contemplative offerings, at last, my ego, well, knocked senseless; my principles, and all its grandiose, melted like wax. I have become a slave to my belly. I have been outpowered. Comfort, at least, was on the other side.
We paused and observed, like brothers bonded by sufferings.
“Quick!” I hollered at the motorbike rider. We hopped on his bike and chased after the woman. The plan was perfect—he would slow down for me to snatch the phone, then abscond like there's no tomorrow. My heart raced uncontrollably. I considered voicing the word, “Stop!” Of course, my desperation should not push me to this extent but my mouth stayed closed. As we drew closer, I didn't look at the woman’s face. Her entirety poured throughout the backseat of her motorbike, while her sagging purple jean left a lot for the eyes to ponder. I went straight for the phone loosely hanging by the side of her bag. I heard a loud horn, a screech, and then, I found myself on the ground.
My motorbike rider quickly jumped upon his bike and sped off. I was still on the floor. The woman screamed, "Ole! Ole!" I got up and attempted to run away too.
The shout of "Ole" increased. I had been in Lagos long enough to know to fear those words. Someone shouted, "No let am run o! Hold am." Like hyenas, they all seemed to be laughing as they picked up stones. Small stones like toy guns started raining on me. I made moves to run; someone gripped my collar from behind.
“Abeg! Abeg!” I implored, dropping my knees to the ground and making hand gestures.
The number of people multiplied. Some brought out their phones. What will my students in Zaria even hear—that Uncle went to Lagos and became a thief? Memunat will say she knew it! That was why she left me to become Hakeem's 13th wife.
The stones kept coming. Bigger. Heavier. But I knew pain. It wasn't any different. When Sadeeq—the son of my strength—the only good gift Memunat gave to me, closed his eyes in resignation, never to be opened again due to ordinary malaria, that was pain. I saw women standing by the roadside with their hands folded in shock as I tripped to the ground.
"Forgive me, Allah!" I gently thought, as an amused man who stood beside where I laid lifted up a big stone and sunk my hungry soul into eternity.
Title: Hyenas on the Street
I had searched for jobs but failed to secure any. I tried to borrow money but no one was willing to lend me some. Hunger soon ravaged my home like a strong beast from the wild. All day, I pushed myself around and was forced to approach people on the streets to ask for assistance; I even prayed for them that Allah should bless them and replenish their pockets, but they only walked faster and avoided me.
After two weeks of grappling and struggling to overthrow my mind’s contemplative offerings, at last, my ego, well, knocked senseless; my principles, and all its grandiose, melted like wax. I have become a slave to my belly. I have been outpowered. Comfort, at least, was on the other side.
We paused and observed, like brothers bonded by sufferings.
“Quick!” I hollered at the motorbike rider. We hopped on his bike and chased after the woman. The plan was perfect—he would slow down for me to snatch the phone, then abscond like there's no tomorrow. My heart raced uncontrollably. I considered voicing the word, “Stop!” Of course, my desperation should not push me to this extent but my mouth stayed closed. As we drew closer, I didn't look at the woman’s face. Her entirety poured throughout the backseat of her motorbike, while her sagging purple jean left a lot for the eyes to ponder. I went straight for the phone loosely hanging by the side of her bag. I heard a loud horn, a screech, and then, I found myself on the ground.
My motorbike rider quickly jumped upon his bike and sped off. I was still on the floor. The woman screamed, "Ole! Ole!" I got up and attempted to run away too.
The shout of "Ole" increased. I had been in Lagos long enough to know to fear those words. Someone shouted, "No let am run o! Hold am." Like hyenas, they all seemed to be laughing as they picked up stones. Small stones like toy guns started raining on me. I made moves to run; someone gripped my collar from behind.
“Abeg! Abeg!” I implored, dropping my knees to the ground and making hand gestures.
The number of people multiplied. Some brought out their phones. What will my students in Zaria even hear—that Uncle went to Lagos and became a thief? Memunat will say she knew it! That was why she left me to become Hakeem's 13th wife.
The stones kept coming. Bigger. Heavier. But I knew pain. It wasn't any different. When Sadeeq—the son of my strength—the only good gift Memunat gave to me, closed his eyes in resignation, never to be opened again due to ordinary malaria, that was pain. I saw women standing by the roadside with their hands folded in shock as I tripped to the ground.
"Forgive me, Allah!" I gently thought, as an amused man who stood beside where I laid lifted up a big stone and sunk my hungry soul into eternity.
#review #Nandinithakar
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively,
Passionately,
I would write to
The maddening hunger,
I would write
Every evil and good
Thought,
Every bad and sad
Moment,
I wish I could
Write my heart out.
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively,
Passionately,
I would write to
The maddening hunger,
I would write
Every evil and good
Thought,
Every bad and sad
Moment,
I wish I could
Write my heart out.
#Nandinithakar #review
Everyone says
Happiness will find you,
But what I think
Is sadness finds you too.
Just when you feel you have made it
It fills you in from the darkness.
Just as the seedling is about to grow
A heartbreaking strom takes it's way.
The moment you find yourself vanquished ,
Is the moment that matters the most.
And you'll be sad,
Because you have experienced once
How happiness felt !
You'll feel you don't matter at all,
Because you are thinking this with a weak soul.
You'll say the world an ugly place,
Because you are viewing it from your door.
Everyone says
Happiness will find you,
But what I think
Is sadness finds you too.
Just when you feel you have made it
It fills you in from the darkness.
Just as the seedling is about to grow
A heartbreaking strom takes it's way.
The moment you find yourself vanquished ,
Is the moment that matters the most.
And you'll be sad,
Because you have experienced once
How happiness felt !
You'll feel you don't matter at all,
Because you are thinking this with a weak soul.
You'll say the world an ugly place,
Because you are viewing it from your door.
" A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
#review #shortstory #horror
#Einstestine
#review #freenix
Title: Krishna or Karna
Krishna or Karna: Awareness or Ignorance: Equanimity or Egotism
Our awareness and ignorance are intertwined in every action that we perform. We have a free will and yet find ourselves shackled to our thoughts. We know our strengths and yet delude ourselves to weaknesses. We adulate virtuousness and yet tread towards depravity. Man is nothing but a mere puppet of his own illusion.
Mahabharata one of the greatest epics in the world tells us a story that has multifold interpretations. One of the key learning in them would be to exercise the right control over our thoughts. While the story is chiefly about right and wrong, dharma and adharma, it also portrays its characters with a lot of emotional depth intriguing us to understand the circumstances that lead to the unfolding of certain events in the story. Out of all the central figures, two characters draw significant similarities between their lives; Krishna and Karna. A comparison of their early lives reveals how 2 great men with strikingly similar experiences chose different ways to react to a multitude of obstacles they encounter. One guided by his intellect and a sense of purpose while the other purely by his vengeance. Eventually, it is the intellect that always triumphs over anything on a battlefield.
Krishna, son of Yasodha, considered as the epitome of virtue supported righteousness in the Kurukshetra war. His decisions, despite its deceitfulness and flaws, were always directed towards a much larger and noble cause. His glorification was a result of an unrelenting endeavor to uphold dharma above all.
Karna, son of Radha while being a man of unparalleled prowess met disgrace in the hands of fate for his staunch support to the antagonist in the story. With all his exemplary virtue, he was still a man of disrepute not just for his social status but also for his actions that sought inordinate retribution. He failed to canalise his skill towards a meaningful purpose.
All of us inherently have a Krishna and a Karna within us. While it is entirely our prerogative to make a choice, the consequences of such choices remain something beyond our faculties. Every circumstance is an opportunity to summon either of these warriors within us, and if we were to look at some of the instances that lead us to these compulsions, it would mostly be those that had the least significance as a subject in our lives. An argument over frivolous concerns, revulsion, and prejudicial opinion toward someone without any corroboration, envious thoughts, covetousness, and insecurity are all a resultant drive of a mind that is unsettled deep inside.
Karna in Mahabharata was a hero who gave in to his overwhelming emotions. He lost his humility envying Arjuna, then, lost his dignity submitting to a misleading Duryodhana. He further disgraced himself by being a part of Draupadi’s vastraharan. He justified his every vile action as his vengeance towards an atrocious society. Karna supported his repugnant action with a rationale of his own till the end. Ergo, it is said that Karna symbolises men who do not have control over their senses. They defend their wrongdoings and remain disillusioned by their egotism.
Krishna on the other hand had equally faced a tumultuous past. His childhood was marked by many dreadful events. He dealt all the impediments with great fortitude and maintained equanimity throughout his life. He could complain of a troublesome past; however, he chose to rise on those occasions. He prioritised a bigger cause over his own personal vendetta. This is what differentiates a great mind from the average ones.
Title: Krishna or Karna
Krishna or Karna: Awareness or Ignorance: Equanimity or Egotism
Our awareness and ignorance are intertwined in every action that we perform. We have a free will and yet find ourselves shackled to our thoughts. We know our strengths and yet delude ourselves to weaknesses. We adulate virtuousness and yet tread towards depravity. Man is nothing but a mere puppet of his own illusion.
Mahabharata one of the greatest epics in the world tells us a story that has multifold interpretations. One of the key learning in them would be to exercise the right control over our thoughts. While the story is chiefly about right and wrong, dharma and adharma, it also portrays its characters with a lot of emotional depth intriguing us to understand the circumstances that lead to the unfolding of certain events in the story. Out of all the central figures, two characters draw significant similarities between their lives; Krishna and Karna. A comparison of their early lives reveals how 2 great men with strikingly similar experiences chose different ways to react to a multitude of obstacles they encounter. One guided by his intellect and a sense of purpose while the other purely by his vengeance. Eventually, it is the intellect that always triumphs over anything on a battlefield.
Krishna, son of Yasodha, considered as the epitome of virtue supported righteousness in the Kurukshetra war. His decisions, despite its deceitfulness and flaws, were always directed towards a much larger and noble cause. His glorification was a result of an unrelenting endeavor to uphold dharma above all.
Karna, son of Radha while being a man of unparalleled prowess met disgrace in the hands of fate for his staunch support to the antagonist in the story. With all his exemplary virtue, he was still a man of disrepute not just for his social status but also for his actions that sought inordinate retribution. He failed to canalise his skill towards a meaningful purpose.
All of us inherently have a Krishna and a Karna within us. While it is entirely our prerogative to make a choice, the consequences of such choices remain something beyond our faculties. Every circumstance is an opportunity to summon either of these warriors within us, and if we were to look at some of the instances that lead us to these compulsions, it would mostly be those that had the least significance as a subject in our lives. An argument over frivolous concerns, revulsion, and prejudicial opinion toward someone without any corroboration, envious thoughts, covetousness, and insecurity are all a resultant drive of a mind that is unsettled deep inside.
Karna in Mahabharata was a hero who gave in to his overwhelming emotions. He lost his humility envying Arjuna, then, lost his dignity submitting to a misleading Duryodhana. He further disgraced himself by being a part of Draupadi’s vastraharan. He justified his every vile action as his vengeance towards an atrocious society. Karna supported his repugnant action with a rationale of his own till the end. Ergo, it is said that Karna symbolises men who do not have control over their senses. They defend their wrongdoings and remain disillusioned by their egotism.
Krishna on the other hand had equally faced a tumultuous past. His childhood was marked by many dreadful events. He dealt all the impediments with great fortitude and maintained equanimity throughout his life. He could complain of a troublesome past; however, he chose to rise on those occasions. He prioritised a bigger cause over his own personal vendetta. This is what differentiates a great mind from the average ones.
It was finally discovered that aliens exist but, we didn't discovered them they discovered us. They came to meet us on 23 April 2024. And soon after they came they demanded to talk to earth leaders but soon they realised that there is no particular earth leader they came to know that earth is divided into parts and each part had a leader.they didn't liked that.(because they had only one leader)
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with clever humans.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone one of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with clever humans.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone one of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
It was finally discovered that aliens exist but, we didn't discover them they discovered us. They came to meet us on 23 April 2024. And soon after they came they demanded to talk to earth leaders but soon they realised that there is no particular earth leader they came to know that earth is divided into parts and each part had a leader.they didn't liked that.(because they had only one leader)
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with humans that were clever.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
So they then demanded to call a meeting with each and every part of earth's leader (they referred country as a part of earth) but most of the countries declined because they were afraid but, around 25 countries came to meeting and soon they realised that country leaders aren't smart enough to make a deal with as they didn't wanted gold,money,or Any other natural resource they wanted knowledge.
They wanted to know what humans knew and and they didn't and in exchange they told that they will tell us about things which they knew and humans didn't. Language wasn't the problem as they had a device through which they can exchange thought of each other by tracing mind rays.(rays released by mind when we think) so then they demanded to call a meeting with humans that were clever.(which we refer to as scientist) hence around 150 scientist came from all over the world and soon aliens realised that they already knew everything what humans knew and when one of the scientist asked them to share what they knew they refused and said that they will not understand anything if they told them directly and told us to discover it on our own and they said we will take less time to understand those things if we weren't told the result already, hence they left our earth. their purpose to come on earth was to find purpose they wanted to know the origin of Universe. Meeting aliens was completely different than what was shown in movies they were not cruel and each and everyone of them was smarter than any of us.
#kbc #review
#review #Tsuna
#WorthReading
This is the story of how I came to be a hedgehog. You see, I wasn't always such a glorious specimen of perfection that I am now. My tale is actually a bit darker than I let on. It all started 684 years ago. I was a lemur, the people in the village next to our trees were fascinated in witchcraft and how life worked. They lack respect for anyone but their studies and Earth herself rebelled against them in fury. It was snowing, it's never snowed before. My family and I were huddled up against each other trying our hardest to keep warm. I pleaded and begged them to leave our trees behind in search of a safer home, but they refused to leave the trees, for it was all we knew as lemurs. I had gone to the top of the trees and saw a canyon far off in the distance, free of storms. There was a light there, flickering. Calling to me. I tried one last time to convince my family. They turned their back on me.
So I left... and I didn't look back once. I traveled fast, I dared not stop else I would have froze to death. After many hours of traveling, I got out of the storm and entered the canyon. The light, still flickering, lured me in. I cautiously walked in, traveling further and further into the canyon. The light, still dancing was getting brighter. I got to a bend and turned right. I saw a young girl huddled around a small fire. It filled me with fear because of the horrors we had seen at the hands of the village that violated the laws of what was right. I walked around slowly and she woke up. That's when I saw that I could trust her.
She was crying and the first thing I noticed was that she was missing her left arm. One single blue eye looked back at me. A deep scar ran over an empty eye socket marked that her other eye was lost. She had been hard in the villiages sick and twisted experiments. She called out to me asking if I was also a runaway. I got closer and she nodded as if she knew that we both had nothing to return to, and we both had nowhere else to go. This was it, our end of the road. She looked at me with her bright eye and asked me in a soft voice, "If you could have a new life, one where you can start all over again, would you take that chance little one? Even if it meant you may not be the same?" I had no fear of her now, she was just as broken as I was. Taking my hands in hers, she looked into my eyes, whispering that I have another chance. To love, live, smile, and laugh for the both of us. I didn't understand.
She kept talking as the small and weak flames started to flare up and turned a flaring blue and started swirling around us. I grew terrified, I didn't know what was happening until her legs started to catch fire, but she kept looking in my eyes. I was scared for her, she was looking at me as she kept saying words I couldn't understand. The fire started at my tail. It didn't burn like I expected it to. Like her, it was trailing up my body. She closed her eye as the fire flew up her torso and licked at her hair as she finished the final words. She opened her eye and with a tear, whispered for me to be happy. And the fire consumed us turning her into ash that was picked up by the wind.
I woke up what felt like days later, and crawled over to a small pond to drink. And that's when I saw it. My reflection was different. I had quills, a different nose, and a different face, but the most immediate difference was my eye... It was her bright blue. She will always be a part of me, that incredible, kind and caring girl who sacrificed herself to give me a new life. I'll never forget her.
#WorthReading
This is the story of how I came to be a hedgehog. You see, I wasn't always such a glorious specimen of perfection that I am now. My tale is actually a bit darker than I let on. It all started 684 years ago. I was a lemur, the people in the village next to our trees were fascinated in witchcraft and how life worked. They lack respect for anyone but their studies and Earth herself rebelled against them in fury. It was snowing, it's never snowed before. My family and I were huddled up against each other trying our hardest to keep warm. I pleaded and begged them to leave our trees behind in search of a safer home, but they refused to leave the trees, for it was all we knew as lemurs. I had gone to the top of the trees and saw a canyon far off in the distance, free of storms. There was a light there, flickering. Calling to me. I tried one last time to convince my family. They turned their back on me.
So I left... and I didn't look back once. I traveled fast, I dared not stop else I would have froze to death. After many hours of traveling, I got out of the storm and entered the canyon. The light, still flickering, lured me in. I cautiously walked in, traveling further and further into the canyon. The light, still dancing was getting brighter. I got to a bend and turned right. I saw a young girl huddled around a small fire. It filled me with fear because of the horrors we had seen at the hands of the village that violated the laws of what was right. I walked around slowly and she woke up. That's when I saw that I could trust her.
She was crying and the first thing I noticed was that she was missing her left arm. One single blue eye looked back at me. A deep scar ran over an empty eye socket marked that her other eye was lost. She had been hard in the villiages sick and twisted experiments. She called out to me asking if I was also a runaway. I got closer and she nodded as if she knew that we both had nothing to return to, and we both had nowhere else to go. This was it, our end of the road. She looked at me with her bright eye and asked me in a soft voice, "If you could have a new life, one where you can start all over again, would you take that chance little one? Even if it meant you may not be the same?" I had no fear of her now, she was just as broken as I was. Taking my hands in hers, she looked into my eyes, whispering that I have another chance. To love, live, smile, and laugh for the both of us. I didn't understand.
She kept talking as the small and weak flames started to flare up and turned a flaring blue and started swirling around us. I grew terrified, I didn't know what was happening until her legs started to catch fire, but she kept looking in my eyes. I was scared for her, she was looking at me as she kept saying words I couldn't understand. The fire started at my tail. It didn't burn like I expected it to. Like her, it was trailing up my body. She closed her eye as the fire flew up her torso and licked at her hair as she finished the final words. She opened her eye and with a tear, whispered for me to be happy. And the fire consumed us turning her into ash that was picked up by the wind.
I woke up what felt like days later, and crawled over to a small pond to drink. And that's when I saw it. My reflection was different. I had quills, a different nose, and a different face, but the most immediate difference was my eye... It was her bright blue. She will always be a part of me, that incredible, kind and caring girl who sacrificed herself to give me a new life. I'll never forget her.
#Nandinithakar #review
Once she was a page,
But soon she folded herself
Like Origami.
She kept saying sorry ,
For the space she engrossed.
People kept cutting her edges,
Soon she was only as the last piece.
Then came the day when she was
No more than a pile of ash.
Breeze took her to places,
Where she had never been before.
She captured the glimpses,
Of all she saw.
A thought of realisation
Came to her mind.
Engrossing space only showed,
That she was Alive !
Once she was a page,
But soon she folded herself
Like Origami.
She kept saying sorry ,
For the space she engrossed.
People kept cutting her edges,
Soon she was only as the last piece.
Then came the day when she was
No more than a pile of ash.
Breeze took her to places,
Where she had never been before.
She captured the glimpses,
Of all she saw.
A thought of realisation
Came to her mind.
Engrossing space only showed,
That she was Alive !
The weather was clear and good like a mother's warmth but my mind wasn't, my mind was confused and fill with complicated thoughts then I suddenly remembered the days when I will get excited and happy just by seeing such a good weather I will play and dance with my friends.i thought "why did I grew up? Why can't I be like I used to be before completely careless and completely in the present moment why I can't be in the present moment like I used to be before?"
#kbc #review
#kbc #review
#Nandinithakar #review
My life was an arrow
With a sharpened point,
So that people
Won't come close to me
And I won't let
Anyone down
But you saw me
With such interest ,
And what I did not see
Was your life was a bow,
You held me close
With precision,
Lead me back
To fly straight to my goals.
My life was an arrow
With a sharpened point,
So that people
Won't come close to me
And I won't let
Anyone down
But you saw me
With such interest ,
And what I did not see
Was your life was a bow,
You held me close
With precision,
Lead me back
To fly straight to my goals.
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (1)
‘Sayanora, be safe’, he said and walked backwards.
‘Yes?’ she turned and they stumbled on each other causing the books on their hand to fall down.
‘Oops! Here you are’, he collected his journal and the books from the ground and gave it to her.
‘Sorry about that’, he apologized again.
‘No worries’, said she, ‘I should have been more careful. I thought I heard my name.’
‘Pardon?’ he puzzled for a moment.
‘I mean, someone called Sayanora and I turned back to see who it was.’
‘Oh! No, no, no, no, no. I was waving my mom goodbye. She is Spanish. Sayanora in Spanish means goodbye.’
‘Oh!’ and they both chuckled.
‘Anyway, can I offer you a cup of coffee?’ asked he.
‘Thanks but no thanks. I have to rush in to return this and run some errands. Maybe next time.”
That’s when he read the title of the book, ‘Heyy, “Norwegian Wood!” So you are the one who took it. I have been waiting forever for this book and the librarian would always say it hadn’t been returned.’ He couldn’t hide his resentment.
‘I’m sorry. I have been meaning to return it but got tied-up. Come with me and you can take it right away.”
‘You go ahead. I’ll be right with you.’’
‘Sure.’
He went back to the park bench and scribbled something in his journal.
Lost in thought he walked to the library.
She waved at him from a distance but he took no notice of her.
She came running and tripped over a hose.
‘Whoops! Are you okay?’ he asked while collecting the books from the floor.
‘Yes. I waved at you but you were in a reverie or something. Someone else is waiting to take that book. I told the librarian to put it on hold. Go, go.’
‘So kind of you. Many thanks.’
The Moonchild (1)
‘Sayanora, be safe’, he said and walked backwards.
‘Yes?’ she turned and they stumbled on each other causing the books on their hand to fall down.
‘Oops! Here you are’, he collected his journal and the books from the ground and gave it to her.
‘Sorry about that’, he apologized again.
‘No worries’, said she, ‘I should have been more careful. I thought I heard my name.’
‘Pardon?’ he puzzled for a moment.
‘I mean, someone called Sayanora and I turned back to see who it was.’
‘Oh! No, no, no, no, no. I was waving my mom goodbye. She is Spanish. Sayanora in Spanish means goodbye.’
‘Oh!’ and they both chuckled.
‘Anyway, can I offer you a cup of coffee?’ asked he.
‘Thanks but no thanks. I have to rush in to return this and run some errands. Maybe next time.”
That’s when he read the title of the book, ‘Heyy, “Norwegian Wood!” So you are the one who took it. I have been waiting forever for this book and the librarian would always say it hadn’t been returned.’ He couldn’t hide his resentment.
‘I’m sorry. I have been meaning to return it but got tied-up. Come with me and you can take it right away.”
‘You go ahead. I’ll be right with you.’’
‘Sure.’
He went back to the park bench and scribbled something in his journal.
Lost in thought he walked to the library.
She waved at him from a distance but he took no notice of her.
She came running and tripped over a hose.
‘Whoops! Are you okay?’ he asked while collecting the books from the floor.
‘Yes. I waved at you but you were in a reverie or something. Someone else is waiting to take that book. I told the librarian to put it on hold. Go, go.’
‘So kind of you. Many thanks.’
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (2)
His version
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Neruda
It was the beginning of Autumn. There was nothing more pleasant than sauntering down the road at the crack of dawn under leaf canopies savouring the multi-hued autumn foliage. The red maple leaves, brown oak leaves and yellow ginkgo leaves fell off, twisting and turning in the soft wind, determined to leave the trees bare. An old man of indeterminate age hummed along while raking the leaves of which some crushed underfoot making crackly sounds.
As I was between jobs, perching on a park bench and immersing myself in the beauty of nature until the library opens had become part of my daily routine. It was during one of those lucky days I met her first and fell in love instantaneously. She looked elegant in her lavender accordion skirt and a white short sleeve top with a scarf to complement it. She had a captivating smile, beautiful enough to melt everyone’s heart. What struck me the most was her indomitable confidence emanated from her. She would come every weekend, go straight to the library and leave exactly after half an hour as if she exactly had in mind what book to take. On her way back, she sometimes would stop at a confectionary shop or at the florist for a quick pep talk. Gradually, I had gotten into the habit of secretly observing her but stalking her was something out of my secret agenda. Because it was exciting to love someone without that person’s knowledge and whereabouts (and also I was uncertain of her reaction). I knew I would approach her someday but not in the near future. As a next step, I started spending more time inside the library pretending to read. So far, I have been successful in presenting myself as someone who’s rather self-involved, not minding anyone else’s damn business. I don’t want her to find that I am into her head over heels. And today, I dared to offer her a cup of coffee but she turned me down. But on the bright side, I was glad that I could exchange a few pleasantries with her. Looking forward to meeting her again.
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
-Neruda
The Moonchild (2)
His version
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Neruda
It was the beginning of Autumn. There was nothing more pleasant than sauntering down the road at the crack of dawn under leaf canopies savouring the multi-hued autumn foliage. The red maple leaves, brown oak leaves and yellow ginkgo leaves fell off, twisting and turning in the soft wind, determined to leave the trees bare. An old man of indeterminate age hummed along while raking the leaves of which some crushed underfoot making crackly sounds.
As I was between jobs, perching on a park bench and immersing myself in the beauty of nature until the library opens had become part of my daily routine. It was during one of those lucky days I met her first and fell in love instantaneously. She looked elegant in her lavender accordion skirt and a white short sleeve top with a scarf to complement it. She had a captivating smile, beautiful enough to melt everyone’s heart. What struck me the most was her indomitable confidence emanated from her. She would come every weekend, go straight to the library and leave exactly after half an hour as if she exactly had in mind what book to take. On her way back, she sometimes would stop at a confectionary shop or at the florist for a quick pep talk. Gradually, I had gotten into the habit of secretly observing her but stalking her was something out of my secret agenda. Because it was exciting to love someone without that person’s knowledge and whereabouts (and also I was uncertain of her reaction). I knew I would approach her someday but not in the near future. As a next step, I started spending more time inside the library pretending to read. So far, I have been successful in presenting myself as someone who’s rather self-involved, not minding anyone else’s damn business. I don’t want her to find that I am into her head over heels. And today, I dared to offer her a cup of coffee but she turned me down. But on the bright side, I was glad that I could exchange a few pleasantries with her. Looking forward to meeting her again.
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
-Neruda
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (3)
Her Version
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
-Neruda
It is surprising when you find a rekindled spark of love inside you. It is even more surprising to find that it hasn’t died inside you. I don’t know what’s happening to me and this uncertainty kills me. Because I was almost an alien to these kinds of feelings. My heart is burning with desire and I fail to put that out.
I still remember the first day when I met him at the library. I fell for him without an instant’s hesitation. He would always be engrossed in his own world reading something or the other. It seemed to me that he wouldn’t blink even when the crystal chandelier fell on him from the ceiling. He would sit there for hours reading as if there were no tomorrow or he might be memorizing each and every word fearing that Guy Montag and his firemen come to burn the building and the books at fahrenheit 451!!
Even after getting the book I want, I simply rummage through the shelf so that I can observe him from the corner of my eye. Sometimes, I even ask myself why I have this obsessive need for him to find me. For him, I am just another member of the library. I really wish he could at least once take his eyes away from the book to look at me. God! Put an end to my agony and give me the joys of spring.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
The Moonchild (3)
Her Version
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
-Neruda
It is surprising when you find a rekindled spark of love inside you. It is even more surprising to find that it hasn’t died inside you. I don’t know what’s happening to me and this uncertainty kills me. Because I was almost an alien to these kinds of feelings. My heart is burning with desire and I fail to put that out.
I still remember the first day when I met him at the library. I fell for him without an instant’s hesitation. He would always be engrossed in his own world reading something or the other. It seemed to me that he wouldn’t blink even when the crystal chandelier fell on him from the ceiling. He would sit there for hours reading as if there were no tomorrow or he might be memorizing each and every word fearing that Guy Montag and his firemen come to burn the building and the books at fahrenheit 451!!
Even after getting the book I want, I simply rummage through the shelf so that I can observe him from the corner of my eye. Sometimes, I even ask myself why I have this obsessive need for him to find me. For him, I am just another member of the library. I really wish he could at least once take his eyes away from the book to look at me. God! Put an end to my agony and give me the joys of spring.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
#review #shortstory #Florence
The Moonchild (4)
They met again next weekend, this time with an embarrassing smile. He asked her to join him for a walk through the garden.
‘Apparently, there was a mix-up with the books,’ he started to end the silence.
‘Well, we were not supposed to read each other’s journals.’ she answered.
‘Turned out to be good though,’ he couldn’t suppress a smile there. “When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.”
‘Murakami. So I guess you have finished reading “Norwegian Wood.”’
‘Yes. it was a complete page-turner. It didn’t take me long to complete it.’
After a few minutes' walk, they settled on a bench. He took her hands and looked her in the eyes.
‘Look Sayanora, we know that we are into each other. So what do you say we proceed to see how far this goes?’
‘But there are some things I want you to know,’ she said with unblinking eyes.
‘Doesn’t matter, you know. After all is said and done we are not strangers. I don’t care about your past and I hope you don’t care about mine either,’ assured he.
‘I have a daughter.’
He startled for a moment.
‘Her name is Matilda. She is 10 years old and partially paralysed.’
This came as a shock to him. He gathered himself and asked her about the father.
‘Long story short, he left me after finding that I was pregnant,’ and she sobbed like a child.
‘Shh..shhh..there.. there…,’ he hugged her and let her cry till the tears dried out. It never occurred to him that there’s a misery lurking beneath her beautiful smile.
Making sure that she was okay he promised he would meet her next week in the library.
‘Would you like to drop in for a coffee? I live nearby and you can meet my daughter also.’ and she waited for a positive reply.
‘Sure.’ he couldn’t leave her.
They walked in silence.
‘So, is she named after Roald Dahl’s Matilda?’ he asked to break the silence.
‘Brilliant! Yes, she is. If it were a boy I would have named him Charlie, you know’, she broke into laughter and continued, ‘every night I read to her and Dahl is her favourite also.’
It took only a five-minute walk to her home.
She introduced her daughter to him. She was a pretty little girl with a winsome smile and got on well with him.
Suddenly, he noticed around the girl’s neck a silver chain with a crescent moon pendant.
‘It looks fantastic,’ he said pointing to the chain. ‘I also had one with me but got lost somewhere.’
‘That’s sad. You can wear it for some time you know,’ Matilda lavished her affection on him.
He checked the pendant for it looked familiar to him. It was exactly like the one he got from his mother. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the initials behind the pendant. It read D. V.
The Moonchild (4)
They met again next weekend, this time with an embarrassing smile. He asked her to join him for a walk through the garden.
‘Apparently, there was a mix-up with the books,’ he started to end the silence.
‘Well, we were not supposed to read each other’s journals.’ she answered.
‘Turned out to be good though,’ he couldn’t suppress a smile there. “When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.”
‘Murakami. So I guess you have finished reading “Norwegian Wood.”’
‘Yes. it was a complete page-turner. It didn’t take me long to complete it.’
After a few minutes' walk, they settled on a bench. He took her hands and looked her in the eyes.
‘Look Sayanora, we know that we are into each other. So what do you say we proceed to see how far this goes?’
‘But there are some things I want you to know,’ she said with unblinking eyes.
‘Doesn’t matter, you know. After all is said and done we are not strangers. I don’t care about your past and I hope you don’t care about mine either,’ assured he.
‘I have a daughter.’
He startled for a moment.
‘Her name is Matilda. She is 10 years old and partially paralysed.’
This came as a shock to him. He gathered himself and asked her about the father.
‘Long story short, he left me after finding that I was pregnant,’ and she sobbed like a child.
‘Shh..shhh..there.. there…,’ he hugged her and let her cry till the tears dried out. It never occurred to him that there’s a misery lurking beneath her beautiful smile.
Making sure that she was okay he promised he would meet her next week in the library.
‘Would you like to drop in for a coffee? I live nearby and you can meet my daughter also.’ and she waited for a positive reply.
‘Sure.’ he couldn’t leave her.
They walked in silence.
‘So, is she named after Roald Dahl’s Matilda?’ he asked to break the silence.
‘Brilliant! Yes, she is. If it were a boy I would have named him Charlie, you know’, she broke into laughter and continued, ‘every night I read to her and Dahl is her favourite also.’
It took only a five-minute walk to her home.
She introduced her daughter to him. She was a pretty little girl with a winsome smile and got on well with him.
Suddenly, he noticed around the girl’s neck a silver chain with a crescent moon pendant.
‘It looks fantastic,’ he said pointing to the chain. ‘I also had one with me but got lost somewhere.’
‘That’s sad. You can wear it for some time you know,’ Matilda lavished her affection on him.
He checked the pendant for it looked familiar to him. It was exactly like the one he got from his mother. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the initials behind the pendant. It read D. V.