Point. Point. Point. Point. Point.
Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point.
Point.Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point.
So what is the Point ?
Its is in sequence. And the sequence is Fibonacci. Which is a series, in which the next term is the sum of previous two.
Does it all make sense now ?
Does it ?
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Ladies and gentleman, today I present to you Elixir of life. A secret untold to place unsold. Far from the treachery of daily chores, slivered with chunks of fantasy lore.
I know your longings and the deep search for meaning. The might less day and sleep less nights.
With the passing time, you wonder and yonder. What is it? and when is it? How is it?
From the time immemorial, it has been a uphill task for anyone to see beyond the sight but today I will not flinch tight.
Today is the day when your education adds and all your tribulations multiplies to a sum that no one can divide.
Come with me, I will take you there. I will show you the way.
I won’t expect anything thing from you, This is my destiny too.
Its time, lets go.
Close your eyes. Feel the air below your nose, so close.
Imagine the light blue ocean in-front , white sand below , green lake to side and tranquility to abide.
Now feel the water below your back, your are floating. Floating with face up to the sun.
That is it. You made it. The beauty of the moment was always with you, all you had to do was change your perspective.
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.
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.
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
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.