New York has so much to offer to anyone and everyone whether the individual is a leisure tourist or a business traveler. The city changes its colours across seasons and from day into night and vice versa.
— Aseem Rastogi (@aseemrastogi2) May 20, 2020
I have always been very observant about whatever happens around us. A lot of my short stories and other forms of micro fiction over the years have always been based on what I have seen and what I feel may happen. The ability of humans to survive all odds and come up trumps is what keeps me going.
Each of the five stories in this e-book is based on my thoughts and experiences of the way humans survive in difficult situations.
There are so many of us who work late at night, don’t we? Haven’t we ever felt nervous on what could happen? A safari sounds like an experience of a lifetime. But what if things go awry? If you are on the way home and suddenly run into a tragedy happening around you, how would you react? Do you just run away? We all wait for that perfect holiday with our family. But what if the perfect holiday turns into a perfect nightmare?
Sometimes it makes you lose yourself amidst the clouds.
Sometimes it takes you to lush green fields and valleys.
Sometimes it takes you to mountains far and beyond.
Sometimes it gives you a sneak peak of the coastline.
Sometimes you experience the day and a lot of light all around while at other times its the night and only the loneliness and the darkness that sticks around with you.
Sometimes you see the snowy winter while at others times you feel the hot summer or the monsoons.
Sometimes it takes you to a world you have only dreamt of.
Sometimes it makes you forget your emotions and brings a smile on your face.
Sometimes it makes you think of your troubles and brings a tear to your eyes.
Life by the window seat is sure to give you all these experiences and more.
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My whole body has been shaking for an hour now. It’s as if all my body parts have been jumbled up aching every bit every inch. My car can’t find a patch to smooth the tyres and give my bones some relaxation. Before making the trip to Bhangarh Fort, I googled about the place and read about the spooky stories related to the fort paying little attention to one of the comments that gave the exact picture of the journey as I had experienced.
My sudden holidays had forced me to make a short trip to the Sariska Tiger Reserve. But the main attraction of the trip was to visit the horror fort that I had read about so many times.
The D-Day had finally come and I started for the fort early in the morning. Due to the crowded roads, I reached my destination at around 11am. It is not allowed to enter the fort past 5pm as it is said that at night there are ghosts flying all around.
PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods
“Why did I have to agree to work in the lab the entire night?” He said to no one in particular.
Though George didn’t believe in ghosts, he felt a bit uneasy thinking that he was the only soul in the entire building that night. As he stepped out of the lab to drink water from the nearby cooler, he heard what sounded like water falling from somewhere. Was it a leaking faucet or something more?
Whatever the case, he kept himself busy and didn’t dare come out of the lab for the rest of the night.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – May – My post no 2 for this month.
“Have I done something really wrong to have such a messy life all the time?” He felt as though life was playing games with him as he stumbled from one problem into another.
But one fine day when he met a roadside beggar, his thinking changed forever.
“Sir, I believe that God has a way of testing us all the time. Though we may think that the bad times would never cease and the night would always remain dark, God has a way of surprising us by waking us up to a new dawn when we least expect.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 2 for this month.
Her dark kohl-lined eyes always seemed to radiate a warm glow which made me go weak in the knees. Her hair was a shade of dark brown which partly covered her face owing to the breeze. As she tried to part it away with her hand, my heart skipped a beat. With full lips and a well toned body, she looked like a dream. Was I dreaming? Was she for real? Her radiant smile would have been enough to make the world happy. If she would have been sad, the world would have shared her sorrow.
I made it a point to cross that road each and every day at the same time while coming back from work. Whether it was western or Indian formals, she was always elegantly dressed. Her sense of style, be it the attire or the matching minimal jewellery was brilliant.