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  tenor.com Suddenly, the taxi halted with a strong brake that woke the passenger out of his sleep, and for a second he looked around him a bit confused about where he was and then, realising he was in a taxi, he looked at Ram Dada and asked, ''Driver, what happened? Where are we? What's happening?' Ram Dada ignored the passenger’s query and took it as a sign from him. Ramesh quickly turned around, and facing the passenger, he said in a threatening voice, ''Okay, no funny business, hand over all your goods, and mind you, no tricks,'' and pointed a sharply pointed knife towards the passenger. The passenger raised his hands and uttered in a dreadful tone, "Please, don't hurt me." Ram Dada turned around and hit the passenger on his head with a fist and said, ''Then do as you're told, if you don’t want to get hurt, and hurry up, else it will be very bad for you!'' 🌒 APPEARANCES CAN COME IN MANY DISGUISES. To read more...

  Fididthat.co Milan felt as if someone was being tortured to death. Then there were thrashing noises as the dogs came out of the woods heading for the village. Someone fired a lighted arrow towards the noise. It struck a small bush, setting it on fire, and Milan felt as if someone had just squeezed his heart. As far as he could see, there were dogs and more dogs, hundreds of them! Snarling and howling, heading for the village, as he stared in horror, he saw three huge dogs pounce on a smaller one, biting and tearing it to pieces, turning it to shreds in front of his unbelieving eyes. 🐕 🐕🐕🐕🐕 AAMUR, a strange village with its unusual story. To know more about it. Click on the link to the book 'BIZARRE TALES'  https://notionpress.com/in/read/bizarre-tales-hardcover

  alphacoders.com T he shunting of the engine woke up Muthu from his deep slumber. He peered cautiously out of the coal wagon at his surroundings. The Freight Train stood at the siding yards of Karnal Junction and somewhere on the Gwalior-Ranchi line. The engine was being replaced for the onward journey. It was early morning; dawn had arrived two hours ago, and the early morning chill was in the air, with mist hanging in the yard. Birds called out to one another from the nearby trees. “The next stop would be Habra!” Muthu thought. Years of travelling on the Freight Trains had turned Murtha into an expert on the stops where the trains halt. Muthu was from Karnataka, but it made little difference to the North Indians, for them, he was just another Madrasi. Muthu was an Indian tramp, a wandering beggar who travelled from place to place on the Indian Railway. They foraged and begged for food and clothing, and sometimes, if circumstances were harsh, they stole a little. There were...

  flipanim.com S even am in the morning, and Raja pedalled his cycle out of his house, on his way to the Milk-Booth. Raja was a twenty-year-old milk deliveryman, a school dropout who was trying to supplement his income by delivering milk bags. He was all alone in this world, with no parents, no relatives. No friends and with no one to turn to. He lived all alone, all by himself. 🐊 Sometimes the routine of life can break you. To know about Raja's routine, click on the book AMPUTATED MINDS- A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

  .deviantart.com H e received the letter while dreaming about his new project. The letter had fallen out of the bundle as he sorted out his weekly mail, and all this time it had been hiding between the mobile and the transfer letter bill. He picked up the letter from the carpet floor, and his breath froze, recognising the handwriting on the envelope. It was a slanted handwriting with every word pressed into the paper. He hesitated, deciding what to do, for he dreaded opening the letter, as he was sure in his heart about its content. It was time to go back! Time to keep his promise!  🎐 What kind of letter did an ex-gangster receive, and what promise did he make, and to whom? To read the full 'THE LETTER', click on the book  AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link.  https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

alphacoders.com Arvind Shivpuri breathed out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air; he hated the life he was living. In the last six months, his life had turned into a nightmare, and he had started hating everything: his life, his work and his ex-wife Reema. The hard, cold bitch! Who left him for another man? “I hate you, Reema ” Arvind screamed. “Why do you hate her?” A voice came, and it echoed around the living room. Arvind didn't reply but sat there with a mask of hate on his face, his body drenched in sweat, and his hands shaking as waves of anger hit him. “Tell me, Arvind, why do you hate Reema?” the voice came again. Arvind slowly shifts his gaze, his eyes falling on the gun that was lying on the coffee table. “So why do you hate her?” the gun said. 🔫 Arvind Shivpuri, was there something wrong with him, or was something terribly wrong with him?  To find out more, click on the book AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputate...

  pinterest.com A ndy C ostello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony. Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene. The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with  him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to...

  pinterest.com Satish Sharma was a polisher of metals; he was originally from Calcutta, the beautiful city of many dreams. Two years back, he had shifted to Surat in search of a better livelihood. The first year had been good; work came his way regularly. Then came the recession, drying up everything: work, funds, opportunities, and even relations. He searched day and night, but found nothing; there was no work, and everywhere they asked him to wait, to wait until the recession was over. However, his life will not wait for the recession to be over, nor his body. Soon his savings were over, but the recession was everywhere, he could not go back to a more expensive city like Calcutta and then came the last blow from his flat owner. Pay more or vacate the house. 👦 Satish Sharma will take that one step forward, but the question is, where would he take that step? To know about Satish Sharma's story, click on the book link of   'AMPUTATED MINDS'- A STORY TO TELL'  https:...

  srudh. in Vijay was shaking with rage, if he had a gun he would have shot everyone in sight as none of them deserved to live as all of them suffered silently, never protesting against wrongdoings, so they all should die, and the same goes for him too as he too didn't shout or protest but was moving like a sheep with the others and stood outside the gate of the electricity office and stood at the main road and hailed a passing auto to head towards home and face his bickering stupid father. 👹 V ijay I ndurkar, livid, will take him to a step of no return. To read the full story, you can click on the book 'Amputated Minds- A Story to Tell' link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

  alphacoders.com “Well, Mr Ray, do you know the power of concentration is the greatest art ever known to mankind,” Anil Sharma said. “What do you mean by that?” Himanshu asked, sipping his champagne. “Well, in layman’s language, it simply means that if you can concentrate well enough on anything, then that thing will happen,” Devika Sharma explained. “I don’t think that it is possible,” Himanshu said, showing his doubts. To clear Himanshu's doubts, Devika Sharma had looked at a glass on the coffee table, continuously gazing at it and thinking only about the glass and what was going to happen to it, lost in thought before Himanshu's shocked eyes. The glass had shattered! “So, do you believe in the power of concentration now?” Anil said, looking into Himanshu's eyes. The glass had shattered into a thousand fragments! In addition, they had not even touched the glass! Himanshu not only believed what he had just seen and experienced with his own eyes, but he also ...

pinterest. SAM ROY was the perfect example of the Great Indian Liberation Process. At the age of forty-nine, he was the Vice-President of a Multi-National Company and owned a duplex apartment floor in Juhu, facing the Arabic Sea. He drove a BMW 7, was a member of two elite clubs and was recently divorced, free from his nagging wife after eleven years of arranged marriage. Arranged marriage never worked for Sam, and right now, he was happy living the life of the most eligible bachelor, and he felt delighted and released and the way his life was shaping up, there was nothing to complain about; he felt the urge to do more in this bustling mega-city of Mumbai. He had plans, great plans!      In the next five years, Sam plans to quit his Vice President Job and become his boss. Things were proceeding smoothly. There were talks about starting a chain of fast-food restaurants or yoga centres, and everything was going according to his plans. Then, one day, Sam came down...

  www.pinterest.com O ur mind is one organ that enables us to think about both the good and the bad. However, sometimes, our mind controls us and forces us to cross the lines, where we do what our mind commands. A mputated M inds: A Story to Tell is a collection of 10 short stories that deal with 10 uncontrollable human minds. 1: 24 Hours: Life Changed. 2: Blink: An Eye For An Eye. 3: Do Unto Others: A Wishful Thought. 4: One Step Forward: A Terrible Step To Take. 5: Seasons Greetings: Dreamy Nightmare. 6: The Letter: Dip In Blood. 7: The Milkman: Last Delivery. 8: The Insane Mind: Turning Tables. 9: Travelling Broad Gauche: Journey Ends. 10: Livid: High Voltage. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds Feel free to contact the author regarding this book at thestorypages@outlook.com  📨

   dribbble.com Anand was growing increasingly desperate now, as his mother had started working as a house cleaner in several homes, bringing in the much-needed income. It felt as if a knife had been twisted in his gut, seeing his mother leave for work every day. “24 hours is all I got, and I will find a job,” Anand said aloud as he left his small hut, which was their home in Mumbai’s biggest slum, Dharavi. He went to the station, carrying one hundred rupees in his pocket. The ticket to Parel would cost 7 rupees, leaving him with 93 rupees to see the day through, and it was his last money. If he could not find a job today, how would he face his mother and sister tomorrow? He thought.  What step would Anand Vyas take? Whatever step he takes, he has only 24 Hours to do so. 🔀 24 Hours is a short story from the book  A MPUTATED  M INDS - A Story To Tell: CREATOR  Author Gautam K Mirchandani. The book has 10 short stories based on human emotions. The story ''24...

  gifer.com Love can be magical and can be painful. However, the heart does not give up on love unless it finds love. However, how does one find true Love? Moreover, in the first, is there any true love or is it the illusion of our heart, because our mind works in doubts, yet our hearts have this urge to look out for true love. True love that will rock the heart beat to its last core. Mostly, the mind blinks on looks, lust, smartness, money, and power, and it misses out on love, while the heart just wants love and nothing else. A human's whole life could go on to find that one true love, and when it finds that love, neither could it be enchanting like a sweet perfume, nor make human life like a desolation. L ove can be good, or love can break you up! In both ways, it can be rocking love! 👫 https://notionpress.com/read-instantly/1383835

  phoneky.com Blaming INDIA for their troubles is the favourite pastime for the Pakistan Government and its people. However, the reality is that Pakistan is drinking its own poison by supporting terrorism. They cry wolf by saying that they have nothing to do with terrorism, but many secret camps are running in the country where they train terrorists against INDIA. In addition, today their own people are suffering at the hands of terrorists, who are bombing schools and killing innocent Pakistani people who do not follow their rules. Pakistan had always supported terrorists and underworld goons. Yet repeatedly they have denied. However, the truth is that even after giving them a part of INDIA, which they named Pakistan, they are still fighting with INDIA, even though they lose badly in war. The people of Pakistan have no problem with INDIA; actually, the people around the world have no problem with each other, as a normal human needs a good life and nothing else, and for that they wo...

  tenor.com The most disgusting germs in humankind are the blackmailers, and one should never ever give in to their demands; instead should face them with law and order. The worst crime a human can do is play with a fellow human being’s TRUST, and most of the time, the core of blackmail starts from the destruction of TRUST! RAPE, MMS, CHILD ABUSE, these terrible crimes are done by someone we trust, and the sad thing is that the victim keeps quiet and goes through the pain again and again because the culprit has put the fear of blackmailing the victim if he/she said anything to anyone. The victim who has been blackmailed should understand that he/she has already been destroyed, so what more is there to be destroyed? So, the best step would be to stand up against your culprit, against the blackmailer, by speaking about them to the law, your family, your best friends, or anyone whom you trust the most and who will not take the wrong advantage of you, but will stand with you in y...

www.reddit.com On May 14 2011, a young girl aged 14 went missing while taking a stroll late in the evening in a garden near her home in Malwani. (Bombay) On October 13 2011, the victim was dumped in the same garden in a horrid physical state and on November 13 2011, the victim succumbed to her medical complications.  The 14-year-old girl had been captured by her accused, who had promised her marriage but kept her in his captivity and rape her for five months. After five long months, the accuser left the poor 14-year-old at the same place from where he had picked her up and left her like a broken doll. Someone found the girl in a horrible state and rang the police. The girl’s condition was very bad, and from her horrible state, anyone could guess that she had been rape and kept in a very horrible state by her accuser. Her accuser had broken her mentally and physically, and to the horror of the doctors, they found that the girl had been feeding herself with paper and stone, as her ac...