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   We always think that the truth we know is the universal truth but what if the truth on which you were living was a complete lie. *** A monk was walking through the roadside. It was past noon, the screeching heat and the pollution on the road didn’t help either. The monk's only option was to take a lift and reach the shrine quickly but nothing came to help him. After walking half a mile, a bus driver stopped the bus and asked him if he wants to ride. The monk happily accepted the help and continued his journey.   The driver introduced himself as Sam Rodriguez and the monk smiled at him whenever he would ask something. Monk would happily reply to him and would thank him for the offer. Sam asked him out of nowhere “If you don’t mind, what is the reason that made you think to become a monk”. To this monk smiled and replied, “We all are one, I always believed since childhood that the universal truth is God and all other things are materialistic which ruins our devotion to

Write, write, what to write…Ajay’s brain had stopped thinking, he felt like he is in depression as he was at a loss for words. He needed some inspiration. He needed some food for his brain to think and write some creative.   *** He decided to go and sit at a bus stop to gain some inspiration. He sat there staring at a tree. But, he was still lacking a story. While staring blankly at the tree, he noticed someone sitting next to him. Ajay moved to his side to give them space to sit. The person smiled at him and said Thank you.  Ajay returned the gesture with a smile and said “no issues”.  The person introduced themselves as Neha and Ajay introduced himself as well. Further,  Neha asked Ajay “I am waiting for the bus, are you aware of the time, what time exactly the bus will come here?”.  Ajay being familiar with the surrounding area said “It’s 7:30 pm now, it should come in a maximum of 15 minutes, don’t worry. It will come soon”. After replying to Neha, Ajay looked down at her h

The sweet chirping of birds and fresh dew on the grass made this morning so pleasant. This surely calls for a cup of coffee and a read from Murakami’s book. I couldn’t think of any other café other than Barista’s café. *** I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t notice a man was standing near my table. Tap tap I looked up. “Excuse me, is this seat vacant”, he said pointing towards the other seat on my table. “Oh…yes… I mean sure, go ahead if you wish to sit on the chair”, I said nervously after being shocked by such a manly and good-looking guy.   “Thanks, I didn’t want to disturb you. I was contemplating whether to ask you or not since you were so fully preoccupied with reading the book. It just that there was no other table vacant other than this”, he said with a kind smile after sitting on the chair.   “Oh… No, it’s okay, I can understand”, I replied seeing the whole café so filled out and how it went completely unnoticed by me, because of my reading. “By the way, my name is Ro

Are you ok? A three-word question is difficult to answer. A simple answer to this question can change or make a difference in other persons’ attitudes. If the answer is yes, I am okay. Are you really okay? Or are you pretending to be okay just for the sake of the satisfaction of the other? Are you really okay or are you just used to pretend to be okay and want just to move on with the question, without telling another person that you are actually not okay. The answer “YES” to this question makes both the parties in question move on and let it go. They might move on just because the answer is positive, rather than going deep into it. If your answer is NO, then why are you not okay like everyone else. Are you ok with all the questions that will be bombarded on you, because of such a negative answer? Are you really not ok or are you pretending to be not okay just to gain some attention from the loved ones, since you hated to be alone? And now since the opportunity has arisen, you want to

Finally, the weekend is here, the reason is as today is the day I am going to have a pyjama party at my friend Nisha’s house.  It’s going to be so fun, for sure!. Soon after my dinner, I quickly changed my clothes and went straightway to Nisha’s house. After changing our outfits to matching pyjamas we played some games and talked a lot. Soon after playing games, I got hungry and so asked Nisha to bring some food for us. Soon after she left, I dozed off, closing my eyes. Suddenly, I felt the bed shaking a bit. I opened my eyes and looked around to see if Nisha is playing pranks on me. But I saw no there, so I just ignored it and went to sleep again. Out of nowhere, I heard a scream, which woke me up and worried about Nisha. I ran downstairs to see what’s going on, and so I started searching for Nisha. But no one was there. As I moved near the fridge, lights started flickering from behind me, turned around with shivering hands and sweaty palms.” Nisha, please if you are playing a prank,

  Every  town has an urban legend. A creepy story that circulates through the schools, from classroom to classroom, in the hallways during lunch or break time. Kids try to scare each other with it, each adding their own unique spin to the story, or their own piece of detail to make it that bit scarier. But nobody really believes that it's real. Ours was the silhouette man, and one day I found out that he was more than just a story. One fine night when I was walking on the streets alone I heard some footsteps behind me, I turned around but saw no one. I thought to myself that, I must have misheard someone or thought it must be my footsteps as no one else is here. I kept walking ahead with no fear in me. Furthermore, I took a right turn as I was very close to my apartment. Suddenly I heard a loud scream. I turned back horrified by the noise not knowing what to do, should I go and search for the origin of the scream or let go and pretend I didn't hear anything. As any afraid man w