Introduction of your NarratorWho Am I ?These humansSimply find me beautiful; some find me boring.Personally, I don't care what think about me.But, in my view, they all are my puppets.*A small fact about you*You are also my puppet.They all revolve around me like an electron revolving around the nucleus, accepting the fact that it can escape too.You may find people having different assumptions about me.I find it funny how they look at me. It feels like my puppet is trying to break its string that is in my hand.Please, trust me, above all the things I told you, I ...Read More

Encounter 2In the city's, a man (consider me as a man) strides slowly, a city where dreams and sorrows flicker by, like shadows cast; each one has a story. This journey of reading face was vast, hand moving swiftly, which is carving out their fate, the wind navigating them to their destination with every step; it feels the weight of time, the hurried breaths, the silent climb. In that silence, I could hear only my breathing, finding myself in the crowd of people who were hustling for me. It's pretty funny to know that they don't know I am ...Read More

It's May 26, 1934.On a dusky day, winds blew, and the shadows were playing like a child.Bright sunshine was through the gray clouds, embracing the fading day.Bright light was spilling all over the town, making a warm trance.There was some sort of happiness. I think I made you sad about the soldier, but let's move on from there.The sky was a color palette and was waiting for someone to paint it; clouds flicker as candles light when the wind is blowing. The breeze was painting the canvas of the sky with clouds and hues with a rhythmic heartbeat. As ...Read More