She was walking hurriedly through the corridor.She had a sheaf of papers in her hand. Her mind was racing faster than her body. In her mind there was just one magical word - copies, copies. She reached the room where the monster was kept. There was nobody in the room. She kept the papers on the monster and turned on the monster.The monster spoke to her in some unintelligible mechanical language. She ignored. She was immobile but her mind was still racing - this time to the learning place. She waited for the monster to warm up. Her impatience grew with the passing time. She started cursing and ultimately started kicking the monster. There was a metallic sound. The monster opened it's big mouth and swallowed her.There was short period of meaningful silence. After sometime the monster warmed up and started the copying work. When he came to the room, the room was empty except for the copies that were lying on the floor.
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Friday, 20 May 2011
Boy and his legs
Once upon a time there lived a boy. He was nameless and even today he is nameless. He was living with his father and mother. His mother used to send him to market to fetch grocery and much needful things. The boy always enjoyed these short excursions
He liked to walk and run. He never used any mechanical contraptions to cover the distances. He moved on his legs and he felt as if they were his "magic legs". He never used to travel through the straight path to the market. He took the path that was curvy because it offered the scope for more sightseeing and explorations.One of these paths had a special charm on him. He frequented that path to relive that charm and he felt that there were creatures in that path staring at him. He always had to muster courage to walk through that path. One day as he was walking through that he saw that the path was covered in snow and air around was misty. He treaded carefully and was soon lost in the thick fog. Nobody saw the boy after that day.
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He liked to walk and run. He never used any mechanical contraptions to cover the distances. He moved on his legs and he felt as if they were his "magic legs". He never used to travel through the straight path to the market. He took the path that was curvy because it offered the scope for more sightseeing and explorations.One of these paths had a special charm on him. He frequented that path to relive that charm and he felt that there were creatures in that path staring at him. He always had to muster courage to walk through that path. One day as he was walking through that he saw that the path was covered in snow and air around was misty. He treaded carefully and was soon lost in the thick fog. Nobody saw the boy after that day.
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