Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

i asked pointing to the house "Why do you ask ?"he asked "Please just answer me? Did some one live in that house before?"i asked "Yes some one lived there"he said "Who? Tell me more David, tell me who lived there" "I can't tell you that?" "Okay fine just one more question, you just have to say yes or no"I said quickly "The person who lived in that house, was it a girl"I asked and he stood Quiet for a while "I can't answer that question"he replied

he replied confused with my question. “You are always there. When something happens, you are always there. Why is that?” I demanded of him as I heard his swift intake of breath. I also heard someone behind me. I glanced back to see the officer who I just yelled at come up behind me seeming interested in the answer.

And beneath the chamber floor, visible through cracks in the crystallized time, something was rising. It was not a shape. It was not a presence. It was a question. A vast, ancient, cosmically patient question that had been asked at the moment before existence began and had been waiting, with the infinite tolerance of something that invented the concept of time, for someone to finally provide an answer. The question had no words. But if it had, they would have been: ARE YOU READY? The compass burned so hot that Jack's pocket caught fire. He slapped out the flames and yanked the device free, holding it at arm's length. The needle was spinning so fast it blurred, and then it stopped.

That might forget to print the 10th ques. Oh my Allah !! "Really? show me your question paper" Sahir checked the examiner but he walked further. He gave her the question paper quickly. "Will you please help me in that question, because I don't know the answer " Sahir leaned forward & whispered. "Wait " 10th question..10th question... She started checking the question paper until her eyes fell on the 10th question. She read it. "How about a date?" Is he asking me out for a date during the exam?

"Don’t you think you're asking the wrong question?" He asks , amusement clear on his face and lacing his deep voice. " I mean, shouldn’t your question be why am I here? " He says again as if talking to himself. I remained glued to the wall with a carefully mapped out plan in my hand. I was only an inch from the door, he makes a move, I run for it . I might just be lucky to get away from here or die trying. And so I decided to follow his lead. "why? Why are you here?"

Close enough to hire a private investigator and run a search under a false name to protect her. Both of them. But here, in this waiting room, with the surgical wing doors fifty feet in front of me and four hours of not knowing ahead of me—the question that arrived was not about necklaces or warehouse floors or sixteen-year-old promises. The question was simpler and more impossible than any of that.

“But do you trust me now?” The doors slide shut, leaving the question hanging in the air. And I don’t know the answer. Not yet.

Because the extraordinary thing isn't the thread-finding or the tertiary registry or the Meridian analysis. It's the question she just asked. How does the wrong thing get transmitted like it's normal? That's the question that matters. That's the one that changes things.

There’s no answer to it… “Who are you? Why are you going to help me?” that’s the question that came out of Bianca’s mouth. “Is it Obvious?”

, She asked in concern. "Only by answering a question", He answered quickly. "What kind of question?", She asked in a dilemma. "My question is that when you had read the name of that movie, you could have told me the name of another movie as well. You could have told me a lie, but why didn't you do this? If I had told the name of the film that you have told in front of all the teachers, then you know what could have happened then why did you tell the truth by not lying to me?", He asked in Confusion.