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
What Happened..? Oopssss.......... I too don't know what Happens...? sorry sorry what going to be happens....πππ 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........