Leafy Meadows

  While running on the streets of the old imperial city, Khaled looked back often, he was exhausted and wanted to stop, but his legs were still taking leaps and bounds as if of their own volition. while running, he stumbled upon a few people on the streets, who probably came out to sun themselves, the city hardly got sunny like it was today and they probably wanted to bask themselves. As Khaled stumbled, he fell, and his dirty looking rag tucked tightly in his armpit, holding the treasure he secured that sunny morning slipped from its place and a loaf of bread that fell out and was partially tampered upon by the people it stumbled upon. Khaled got up quickly, covered whatever bread remained in the rag, tucked it under the armpit, and started running again as only a child can run while holding a cache of prized goodies under its armpit. A couple of imperial guards who were loitering around, also probably basking in the sun, looked at the scene amused first at the when somebody yelled

  Invasion   I had never been bitten by a bed bug before, the first bite I received was in the hospital, ironical and satirical at the same time, the hospitals and bed bugs sucking the blood of the patients at the same time. Remember troy, well I certainly did not offend these bloodsuckers by stealing their bride, yet I was the victim of that ancient trojan horse plot, when at the time of my father’s cataract procedure I received that fateful bite… an itch that came quickly though not as quickly as an ant bite would make, since there is a difference of fluids, in case of ants the bite is garnished with a healthy dose of formic acid.. which quickly burns the irritated bitten skin, giving us the tinge of bite. But in the case of our bed bug it’s their saliva, that acts as an anesthetic to the wound for a short time until the bug is far away from the scene of the crime. Often, after you get that bite tinge and when you start looking for the culprit, you will find it making for safety,

Patriotism, Nationalism, and Neo-Fascism T o those who have seen working of a steam motorboat, a steam engine or any steam machine, in general, will know that it works in a with three power modes, start, half steam, and full steam. Our enterprise to acquaint ourselves with the title of this essay is somewhat similar or to an extent exactly like the working of any steam-powered motor. A wise sailor, driver or a pilot knows how to control the steam and power the enormous steel body it is supposed to displace. The question however becomes a little difficult to tackle when it comes to human masses which take the form of enormous metal clinking and clanking, waiting for the right amount of steam to get it powered.                 Here the patriotism, though a great attribution of the human spirit for the love of his country and fellow countrymen, only represent the mild steam, that is required to run the enormous body of the state. However, keep adding little steam and the patri

1.Cemetary “When you said, I will make you cry someday, I didn’t expect myself to come to the cemetery, like this. No not like this, I can’t take it” Asha cried …. her sobs coming in with repeated interruption…. she cried the death of a soul, a soul which longed for her and would long further still till she joins him in the afterlife. How did they come to this, the situation, one soul six feet under and one six feet higher...so close yet separated by the time. Time, only time would help them be together, yet it's unfair as one lies in the warmth of earth's womb, while others suffer the perils of earthly life, but life must continue, he would want me to continue, just because, he decided to leave me alone, I will not forsake life, I have yet to complete the mission...the show must go on... such thoughts came and passed Asha's mind as her eyes opened and spilled the pools of tears, which seeing no objection of their mistress, flowed readily