Considering my success history, I was designated as the operator. Placing the robot on the one-meter high platform that we had made for tests, I pressed the paddle.
Why do you need to try and force anyone to love you? Be you. Be the good-you. And the world will magnetically drift closer to you.
It marked 3:45 in the night. Vishwas lay on the bed, staring pointlessly at the fan. A tiny corner of the white envelop peeked from underneath his pillow.
The audience was happily diverted from the main act going on inside the ring. It was the circus within circus, outside the central ring, that grabbed all the eyeballs.
Editor’s Choice: Those would be the ten days, when utter rivalry unleash all boundaries and reach the pinnacle of insanity. Their famous war began, accidentally, 3 years ago.
Every writer gets wedged at a writer’s block once in a while. With a dash of humor, this story depicts what a writer’s companions go through all that while.
When wait turn unbearable, knowing that ‘the wait is over’ is a serene feeling. The story beautifully weaves delicate threads of love.
Standing by what is right is a choice; anyone making this choice is a Hero. The story portrays how it merely takes a little courage to be a man; a hero.
A funny story of a thief. A hilarious night that began with panic, ultimately dissolved in a pleasing morning. The night was a tunnel that connected pugna-city and feli-city.
Editor’s Choice: Someone up there has got his own ways to balance things. He is the puppet master. He is the juggler.He has his own process.