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"Listen, I know listening to someone say that there's an existence of an alternate universe and, you can have an experience of it, may sound ridiculous-- but it's true. Why don't you see for yourself before making any judgment out of it? And one more thing doesn't talk about any of this to people who aren't too close to you. Awareness of this should be maintained very limitedly.""So you're saying that I can go into my alternate life and live in it?""No, no, no. Now you are getting the wrong idea. You can't live in it, but you can watch it. L...
Submitted to Contest #45
A few hours ago, A plane that departed from Mumbai to Australia has been crashed and fell into the ocean. Yesterday The Dog; prowling the street. When I wake up every morning, I ask myself a few questions throughout the rest of the day. The first question: Where will it be? The second question: How long is it going to take? The third: How much will it be? The fourth: What will it be? And the final question: Will it be? It has been so long that I’m prowling the street since I woke up this morning and I can tell by looking at the sun t...
Submitted to Contest #43
Was I hallucinating? Or was that really my father?I remember… I was watching it with my father holding his index finger with my tiny hand of a 7year old boy. Orange colours spreading over a grey canvas slowly, and smoothly from beneath the line of a sea in the horizon at a beach. The sun rises like the Phoenix bird. My father told me about the story of that bird, since now it was my favourite story of all time. It was the only beautiful moment I had with my father that I can remember. Maybe I'm over exaggerating the scene-- Well th...
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