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Friday morning, just another day. I wonder why some people get animated about it; you get few days off after that, so what? What’s the big deal?

As I sip the tea, reading the usual news on the paper I hear the door bell, new client. I don’t know why people are so insane to invest so much money on professionals to provide them inputs which they could have got by themselves through discovery.

Madam Caroline was no exception. She was wearing red velvet coat, Persian leather. Polka dotted scarf, Dolce Gabbana. Brown boots, deep dried amalgamated cow skin. Make up, full on. Magenta, with 10% saturated grey and fine gloss on her lips. Double layer foundation. Got a haircut few weeks ago and Botox few months earlier.

Well, well I can go on and on my genius is such.

So what was her problem?

She wanted to know if her husband was cheating on her. Why didn’t you go for other professional I ask? She said she wanted the best to work on and she had all the money required to pay. I could have some easy money on this. But this is not how became what I am, by solving some silly riddle of silly people.

Behind all that superficial persona that this lady has put up there is an insecure, gullible and naïve person who still doesn’t know what to look for in life.

It was easy decision for me in the end, all I did was saw here text messages with her husband got the fees and sent her home. Why you ask? When I can make easy money with 1 minute diagnosis then why not, regardless how stupid the case is, If I hadn’t done that may be I am not smart enough to be Sherlock.

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Finding Memo

I woke up, everything is normal expect that there is neither bed underneath nor roof on top.I lie in the vast outer space which extends to infinity. Everything is white. What is this place? Is this heaven.

I am not feeling hungry, I try to run and I could run as long as I want without getting tired.This feels spooky so I try to pinch myself, I feel no pain. Now I start to worry. Am I Dead.Why don’t I see anyone here?

I run some more, still nothing. I wait hoping to see a change. Maybe god will appear.

I try to see if I can find a special spot, but everything is same here. I am wearing a white coat, white pants and white boots. Singing loud I run as fast the wind, never ever could I do that on earth.

Who put these clothes on me? They look nice but why is there no mirror. What am I supposed to do here. I understand slowly that this is it. No one is here and nothing is happening except the vastness of the space and my identity expanded to eternity.

All seemed fine, when all of the sudden the alarm set off and I woke up. This time I was in my room on the bed lying next to my mobile trying to memorize what the hell just happened.

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Old Friend

Sunny was its name

Slim and slender worked like wonder.

More than a tool, it was a pet.

A motor cycle by definition, barely skeleton by rendition.

Its delicate handle slightly harder than a candle.

Always did its job without a sob.

Simple invention forget not to mention.

It took me to places were I saw lot of faces.

It took all the dirt without a quirk.

Small in frame set to fame.

Out of stock forever in my memory block.

Daily prompt: Sunny

Nature

The creation, the universal force that runs the world never created anything equal. With all its might power even two flowers, or sand particles or birds are never the same even though they look same for an ignorant eye.

Man is a creation of Nature which is natural and unnatural. It’s only Man that can be and not be Man.

To be a Man is to imagine. To not be a Man is violent.

To be a Man is to uniform. To not be a man is to rebel.

We uniform to survive, by getting help of the goodwill of others and yet we long for differences only within our framework.

Nature has created a being called Man that is self-obsessed and that which assumes to deny its programming only to realize that it was only an illusion. By Nature to be natural and to all that has ever existed, happy world environment’s.

Daily Prompt

Say Yes for the President

via Daily Prompt: Slur

President: I don’t like this letter, it does not address the point.

Minister: My Lord, There is no more disgust that one can go through than putting you in this position.I will get the letter re written, please tell me what is missing.

President: How am I supposed to know what it is missing ?

Minister: My Lord, sorry to cause a slur, but it is still not clear to my low mind what is not being addressed in the letter

President: That’s exactly what I am saying how am I supposed to tell.

Flummoxed by the situation the Minister was not sure whether he has to pull his head off or dunk a hammer onto the king.Luckily for him, he wrote another letter with no mention of any relevant details but lot of flattery on the President, this time the letter got accepted.

Why ?

why

Why is the world the way it is. Why am I like this. Why are others like that.
Why am I thinking this. Why , Why and I dont know why ?

Today I attempt to answer question with questions. Black the question and Orange the answer for the question as a question.


 

Why do I think I deserve better ? Why dont You see that You cannot have everything.
Why can’t I think well under pressure ? Why Don’t you focus completely on the moment and learn from it later. Forgive and forget.
Why doesn’t science provide answers for all my questions ? Why ? if it did then life would become boring . Don’t you need something to work
Why do other people look more happy ? Why do you have to compare.

Why am I bored ? Why are you not engaged .There are so many things that you can do.
Why can’t I be better ? Why dont you work on getting better.
Why can’t I be famous ? Why do you want to be famous. Its just fate that some people are what they are.
Why doesn’t my room have more cupboards ? Why dont you arrange things better.

Why am I hungry ? Why don’t you cook and eat, it can be one of the get away for Boring.
Why can’t I Run fast ? Why don’t you train better.
Why can’t I sleep fast ? Why don’t you stop thinking.
Why don’t I get more likes ? Why don’t you focus on doing a good job and stop worry about the results.                                                                                                                                                           Why ? Why not


 

Why dont I stop ? Why dont you stop.