Stillness comes with a past --+---_++-+++---++--+--+++-++--+++--++++Against all the destiny and humming, I am lost in the whereabouts and feel like I am not good enough, not good enough to be the oblivion one, not good enough to meet the precepts, not wise enough to build the castle alone, not good enough to run wild in the jungle. However, maybe in the same farthest corner, I don't see the star listening in the sky, I see it deteriorating the whole heart in a thousand glimpses. He was walking, taking long steps, his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were broad, and there was a frown on his face, and of course, with too much pride he was making himself more amiable than he was.I have not studied the pattern of generosity before, not the signs of pilgrims I have ever looked but peeking the night in him is the most frightening thing. I have seen his eyes turning black from white.How is a human supposed to do that? He called my name over and over again as if he was on a nev

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mr Abhimaan Kapoor? What exactly is he doing here? And with all the guests? In a surprising twist, the spotlight fell on Mr Abhimaan Kapoor. The room buzzed with curiosity as he mingled effortlessly with the gathering of esteemed guests. It was as if he held a secret that was about to be unveiled.Questions raced in my mind like wildfire. Wasn't he simply an engineer? When had he become the president of SiTech Groups'? After all, hadn't this company been hailed as the premier technological and innovative powerhouse in Asia?As the chatter settled into a low hum, a new revelation surfaced – SiTech Groups was poised to embark on a nationwide talent hunt, a quest for the brightest minds across India. A comprehensive three-round selection process would sift through candidates: a rigorous written examination, followed by working on inventing a new machine, culmina

+++-+-+---+----+++-+++-++--+++-+++++++------+-+-+--I saw the moon illuminating in all darkness, and I instantly roamed over the nearby window.The scented candles gave me the aroma of the vintage times that I used to read in novels and the night behind the darkness has something strange in it.I flipped over the pages of the notebook he had given me.His neat handwriting, every syllable as gently crafted as he has learnt the art of calligraphy.In the end, I saw a name written and smudged by a black pointed pen.The name must be of seven letters.What would be the reason? Why did he write the name just to delete it again and again? When I think about his eyes, the way he was looking, he had fire in them.What was he hiding?Why the hell you are thinking about him? No! I shouldn't! I ceased his thoughts from my mind and tried to read those letters again and again. I didn't realise when the moon went to hide and the sun focused on shining again. ***A week has passed since my sin

The aspect of life can change but what if we are not human any more? Will the perspective change too? There is something about the scenery that I was holding with my eyes. My penetrated eyes were locked in the motion to catch the glimpse of the sky and my younger self was still calling my name.But for what? When I am lying to the ground struggling to find my whereabouts.Does anyone know the perspective of the idea?Why some perspectives cannot change even when you try too hard to forget them.Maybe illusions are real too, and I am stuck in one of them."Will you wake up?' A tinted voice echoes in my mind.And my heart started throbbing again.Am I dreaming? What time it is? Why can't I open my eyes? "wake up, now!" I heard the voice again but then again it was too faint maybe I had crossed oceans while dreaming.Adrenaline rushed into me when a bucket of cold water was splashed onto me."Did you forget, you have an exam? Now hurry up, clean yourself, get dressed and try to do som

_-----------------------------------------------+++----I know those forests that are strange to find in the night, or those oceans that hardly breathe even though they have crossed the Momentus of times.I know the summer behind the wall or the winter ready to escalate me on my fall.But there are some things which I am not aware of. The rain has stopped now, it is not falling on me any more. And I can see we both were drenched from water from head to toe. "You were always like this?" After a moment of silence, I heard him say.I ignored.I didn't care.I was still walking. And he was following me, trying to match my speed."Ms Jessica! Answer me," I didn't! I was fuming with anger and burning from head to toe. If I had to kill someone, he would be the first one to get killed by my own hands. "What do you mean that I was always like this?" "I mean selfish!" "Selfish?" For God's Sake, when I had shown him or anyone my selfishness? has he lost his mind?"What do you mean?" I