Drinking and soaking self in the rain when a voice called out my name. A bottle of whiskey in hand, I thought I left my cellphone in the pub so I turned around to see but found no figure was approaching me. Another thought of deliberately leaving that irritating object arrived which cancelled the former and I resumed the walk.
Thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts started forming a depressing rhythm detached from the musical chime of the rain, the wetness of my eyes had a lot to say. I gulped more and sat under the lonely tree full of leaves which readily accepted my companionship. A lamp post stood besides glaring at me with a wide smile white in colour.
And the thaumaturgy of time began.
Chapter 0 Micro Series: ‘Thaumaturgy of Time’
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Impressive about me is my eagerness to try everything. Self Motivation is a fixed gear of my creativity vehicle provoking me to dance to the tune of optimism. Yoga and books are the two transducers of this victim which have helped to be straightforward and open minded. Improvement is the second gear which is under construction and will always be undergoing changes simultaneously achieving different goals. There are other supporting gears with less of speed more of energy. This is KRITIKA 🙂
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