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Story No No Maybe Stories.....

Story, stories 100s of stories,1000s maybe millions, every one story is a story until unless we know it as a Flash story where some stories made our eyes Moist, some stories made Laughter, some Emotional, some Romantic, some Pathetic, some Horrible, some Entertained, but everything is a story and every one had their own story. The shockless news is no-one care's one's story because they had there own story which other's wont care that story. No No No No No...................................... I am not at all going to tell my story or any other story or a story in the stories, because you too had your own story so my story makes your story as  boredom story. In general, a Film maker selects 1 story out of 100 stories which he feels as his/her story, but if you go through the other rejected 99 stories, they too had a fantastic story, because the rejected story is our story. In our day to day life we are listening many 100's of stories and can't remember exactly what
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What Happened..?

What Happened..?  Oopssss.......... I too don't know what Happens...? sorry sorry what going to be happens....😁😁😁  For next instant of sec, i came back to cave resembled subway,where my yogi is residing, i go straight and stand in-front of him with a water bottle in one hand & tiffins carry bag in other,he open his hands to took the food, simultaneously i opened my words to talk which both are happens at the same instant of time,but i initiate to talk first  & done it....... with low tempo of voice........ I.... I....... want to had my breakfast with you,  What......??? Yes....I want to had my breakfast with you right here, right now.........for the couple of seconds silence is surrounded along with buzzing air sounds, i can only hear sounds my heart beats and small blowing of fog air, i looked into his eyes straight and try to stay as long as & i done with thundering sounds of my heart which only i can hear....... the silence was broken by him as calling Sir........

Breakfast with a Beggar

Maybe the title sounds different but it's an experience of what i never experienced before and  after, i try to make a little effort for you to feel the same experience........ The entire human species are busy in protecting themselves from the another specie as you all  know what the specie is......... along with that as everyone busy with their daily life cycle.... as same as i too busy with a master plan to meet a BIG Girl and to attend my supplementary exam which is a great Honour presented by my college and faculty among 23 students because of being knowledged and bold.........  apart of college talk there is a flyover besides the walls of college as the walls are crafted as ACHARYA NAGARJUNA UNIVERSITY On 23rd October 2020....... A fine day after completion of my supplementary exam as i forgot the subject name what i wrote the same exam yesterday that the reason why i had supplies😁😁😁..i walk out of hostel room with a mixed fragrance of stinking hostel and fog, wearing a wh

A Farm Boy

Continued............ on behalf one of my magnificent 7 women who is so curious to know why...........? Curtain raised to answer WHY...? Lucas look at the sky for a while and breakdown into tears as his journey of 3 years in the office with little known and mostly unknown atmosphere which he came across for the first time in his life,health degraded day to day as his pay scale slope hike year to year....  He had what some other wish to had as an employee,but he lost what he wish to had " A Life in The village "  Night light of moon and twinkling stars rather than city lights...................... Cowbells tinkling rather than cars and bikes Hornings................... Bowl of starched rice rather than Cup of soap ...................  Mudded face rather than Powdered face.............. what not as many as we can talk........... Life is not about what we had,but it is about what we love to had and what we are going to love every sec and every day.......,It doesn't matter we

A Fram Boy

Ohoo Wait...... Wait..... by going the first look at the title don't think its a bored old blaaa blaaa stories  what we all listing from our olden days like a boy came from village background and became rich with his hard work,etc... etc... don't worry i am not going  through all those precious things, because we can't afford precious right...!. lucas a small boy aged 22 in village, yaa yaa a boy aged 22 in experience in his work more than his age.... One day after completion of his higher degree with a joining letter in is packed bag and luggage for coming years which he don't know how it is and what it is............ he came to a city which there is no little space to place his foot on open road which are filled with 1000s of job pamphlets.  lucas smiled within himself and moved way to his office to make a note of his joining in the company which he got placed in....... He splendored and surprised after looking office place , infrastructure, crowd rushings,a high west

1st Day of Independence Day

The time i started typing the words on my empty blog page is the time of night memoranda that school children are splendid with happiness of the winning prizes on the morning,the mother with happiness of showing those to all neighbours,father with unexpressed love to his children and finally the nasty children like me planning how to steal the prizes and remembering how many more chocolates he got more than his friends πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ jokes apart..... After the 74 years of  independence everyone is relaxed by putting there hands on broad chests and proud smiles of sleepy faces and getting ready to make complaints for tomorrow on country....... From my childhood i feel that pakistan and muslims who rule our country for several years,but after getting consciences and reality of life and of course the time what i spent with a muslim girl in my college  days and her influences still to now and still i remember note of influences upon me,an funny incident that i ask a selfie with long musalman famil

What We Know

Even we write our mother tongue as telugu but we don't know what it is  we know samosa and mirchi but we don't know what sandhulu and Samasalu is....... Even we are from english medium schools we don't know what idioms and phrases are,but  we know what idli and chutney is....... We had many representatives, trade mens, dealers,etc..., etc... of All Mighty,but No ones knows what the Almighty is........ but we know what Allam Chai is........ We got freedom many years back but we don't know,what the freedom is........ but we know what French fries are..... We had 1000s of authors and 100000s of books,but we don't know what they wrote but we know what Bread bajji is.............. Of Course many our Sweet Girls even don't know How to make those but they know what sweets are.........If i go on typing it will become one book among 10001 and the one among wore of great authors. Finally what we Know upto now is nothing,but there is something to know which we don't kn