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  GAUTWORLD The house was silent and still! I shone the torchlight on my wristwatch, 2:15: a.m., the watch declared. Walking downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and poured some sweet cold water from the earthen jug into a glass, and I drank. After drinking two glasses of cold sweet water, I walked out of the kitchen and was about to head upstairs to my room, when I heard voices that sounded like whispering! I froze in my tracks! Thinking perhaps some robbers or a thief has entered the house. I looked around the kitchen and found a long wooden pole. I picked it up, holding it firmly in my hand, and walked very quietly in the direction of the whispering voices. Shielding the beam of my torch, I turn to a corner. The voices were coming from a room. I tiptoed and pressed my ear to the door, and was shocked to recognise the voice of Davey and his father. An argument was going on between the two of them! “But father, it is okay,'' Davey whispered. “You are mad; you should have aske...

  GAUTWORLD I distinctly remember that summer two years ago when Rajesh and I made plans to visit our uncle, who owns a house in the countryside. It was going to be a surprise visit, and we had decided to travel by train. Rajesh was my cousin's brother and the elder son of my mother’s elder sister; thus, he was a year older than me. Shankar Sepal, our uncle, had retreated to the country house after the death of our aunt, who had retired as a “Senior Editor” of our town’s local newspaper. It had been five years since he had left for the country, and our visit, in a way, was to be the first one for him. That summer two years back had been very hot and humid, and on one such hot summer afternoon, the two of us packed our rucksacks and departed to visit our uncle. In our minds, we were delighted to escape the city's heat for the cool hills and to the huge house where our uncle lived. However, today, when I reminisce about that summer day two years ago, I find a few questions...

  GAUTWORLD 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...

  GAUTWORLD 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

GAUTWORLD 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/amputated-mind...

  GAUTWORLD 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 mak...

  GAUTWORLD 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