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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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'Dr. Strange' Is The One of the best movie from Marvel Comics 
 

Storyline: 
A super smart & confident neurosurgeon embarks on a journey of healing his hands after being badly injured, only to find the solution in a place in Nepal, but very soon finds out that the world he knew, and how it functions is very small compared to what is the reality and is then is drawn in to mystic arts. 

He ends up learning the mystic arts & ends up owning the responsibility of saving it & finally saves it. 
The best thing about this movie is storytelling, it glued me to the seat for the entire movie & kept me thrilled as to what will happen. The VFX used in the movie is to perfection. Moreover, after the movie was over I was thinking that how someone would have studied various concepts & stitched the movie & ultimately executing it to the perfection. 
The creativity of the writer, the director & the entire team is marvel'ous. 
It is a must watch for the science fiction fans & otherwise too. Please do not watch this on Laptop only to regret that you could have watched it on big screen. Go watch the movie & share your reviews.


Watch the trailers below: 
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #1

Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #2
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #3

'Dr. Strange' Is The One of the best movie from Marvel Comics


Storyline:
A super smart & confident neurosurgeon embarks on a journey of healing his hands after being badly injured, only to find the solution in a place in Nepal, but very soon finds out that the world he knew, and how it functions is very small compared to what is the reality and is then is drawn in to mystic arts.

He ends up learning the mystic arts & ends up owning the responsibility of saving it & finally saves it.
The best thing about this movie is storytelling, it glued me to the seat for the entire movie & kept me thrilled as to what will happen. The VFX used in the movie is to perfection. Moreover, after the movie was over I was thinking that how someone would have studied various concepts & stitched the movie & ultimately executing it to the perfection.
The creativity of the writer, the director & the entire team is marvel'ous.
It is a must watch for the science fiction fans & otherwise too. Please do not watch this on Laptop only to regret that you could have watched it on big screen. Go watch the movie & share your reviews.


Watch the trailers below:
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #1

Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #2
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #3

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"What is so strange about her street, that I keep visiting there again and again? What is so strange about her balcony, that I keep looking at it again and again? What is so strange about that girl, that I keep thinking again and again? "

What is so strange about her street, that I keep visiting there again and again?
What is so strange about her balcony, that I keep looking at it again and again?
What is so strange about that girl, that I keep thinking again and again?

again and again//
#Nojoto #Strange #Nojotoenglish #Nojotowordsmith

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"“My Ultimate love Jan Ma started for earth but never dies for earth, I'm surrounded by the greenery of green earth, Which gives me?? And, Which shows me?? Ultimate love!!! But not by the strange.!! The word strange stands in front of 'STRANGER' But its sane, Who is always hidden from insane, Strange shows with up originality but not by true. 'STRANGER' I'm applause d by Nature's breeze on Nature's earth, But Nature's sane is strange, Who feels the earth's presence as insane, My duty may end up but my soul's love never ends on mother earth and for strange” 'A beautiful message by true heart'."

“My Ultimate love Jan Ma started for earth but never dies for earth,
I'm surrounded by the greenery of green earth,
 Which gives me??
And, 
Which shows me??
Ultimate love!!!
But not by the strange.!!
The word strange stands in front of 'STRANGER'
But its sane, Who is always hidden from insane, 
Strange shows with up originality but not by true.
 'STRANGER'
I'm applause d by Nature's breeze on Nature's earth,
But Nature's sane is strange,
Who feels the earth's presence as insane,
My duty may end up but my soul's love never ends on mother earth and for strange”

'A beautiful message by true heart'.

#-

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"Spending my loneliest night with stranger, Broking the silence of nature, Two of us,totally unknown,totally strange. she came near meh,and i went to touch her hand but totally unknown as we are spending a night to kill our lonileness. we both were stranger till then, just sharing some random moment. she leaned near meh i bend down to kiss her. a strange feeling ran down me the wonderful energy ran down my spine. no wonder what was that thing?? a strange charisma had attracted her to me. sharing my bed with her.Totally strange totally wonderful.No words enough to describe the movement. the sky is still, no movement noticed at all. i felt something is pulling me towards her though still unkown.A wonderful night went by. all the thing ended with just a good... i felt i should stop her but she was gone Totally gone with the dusk she disappered like the dew a faded memories was just what was left...."

Spending my loneliest night with stranger,
Broking the silence of nature,
Two of us,totally unknown,totally strange.
she came near meh,and i went to touch her hand but totally 
unknown as we are spending a night to kill our lonileness.
we both were stranger till then,
just sharing some random moment.
she leaned near meh i bend down to kiss her.
a strange feeling ran down me
the wonderful energy ran down my spine.
no wonder what was that thing??
a strange charisma had attracted her to me.
sharing my bed with her.Totally strange 
totally wonderful.No words enough to describe the movement.
the sky is still, no movement noticed at all.
i felt something is pulling me towards her
though still unkown.A wonderful night went by.
all the thing ended with just a good...
i felt i should stop her but she was gone
Totally gone with the dusk she disappered like the dew
a faded memories was just what was left....

#1AMTHOIGHTS.
here I am imagining myself with an imaginary girlfriend whom I have seen in dream. Isn't it so wonderful that some dreams are so powerful that you want them to come true but strangely some beautiful memories is to be cherished and not to be realised.
This prose is written by meh though some words have been contributed by someone and the person in due to be given respect as its because of the person I m strong enough. But it's all based on my imaginary girlfriend whom i remembered after i woke up from my midnight dream......😏😏😅😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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'Dr. Strange' Is The One of the best movie from Marvel Comics 
 

Storyline: 
A super smart & confident neurosurgeon embarks on a journey of healing his hands after being badly injured, only to find the solution in a place in Nepal, but very soon finds out that the world he knew, and how it functions is very small compared to what is the reality and is then is drawn in to mystic arts. 

He ends up learning the mystic arts & ends up owning the responsibility of saving it & finally saves it. 
The best thing about this movie is storytelling, it glued me to the seat for the entire movie & kept me thrilled as to what will happen. The VFX used in the movie is to perfection. Moreover, after the movie was over I was thinking that how someone would have studied various concepts & stitched the movie & ultimately executing it to the perfection. 
The creativity of the writer, the director & the entire team is marvel'ous. 
It is a must watch for the science fiction fans & otherwise too. Please do not watch this on Laptop only to regret that you could have watched it on big screen. Go watch the movie & share your reviews.


Watch the trailers below: 
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #1

Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #2
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #3

'Dr. Strange' Is The One of the best movie from Marvel Comics


Storyline:
A super smart & confident neurosurgeon embarks on a journey of healing his hands after being badly injured, only to find the solution in a place in Nepal, but very soon finds out that the world he knew, and how it functions is very small compared to what is the reality and is then is drawn in to mystic arts.

He ends up learning the mystic arts & ends up owning the responsibility of saving it & finally saves it.
The best thing about this movie is storytelling, it glued me to the seat for the entire movie & kept me thrilled as to what will happen. The VFX used in the movie is to perfection. Moreover, after the movie was over I was thinking that how someone would have studied various concepts & stitched the movie & ultimately executing it to the perfection.
The creativity of the writer, the director & the entire team is marvel'ous.
It is a must watch for the science fiction fans & otherwise too. Please do not watch this on Laptop only to regret that you could have watched it on big screen. Go watch the movie & share your reviews.


Watch the trailers below:
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #1

Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #2
Watch: Dr Strange Official Trailer #3

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"What is so strange about her street, that I keep visiting there again and again? What is so strange about her balcony, that I keep looking at it again and again? What is so strange about that girl, that I keep thinking again and again? "

What is so strange about her street, that I keep visiting there again and again?
What is so strange about her balcony, that I keep looking at it again and again?
What is so strange about that girl, that I keep thinking again and again?

again and again//
#Nojoto #Strange #Nojotoenglish #Nojotowordsmith

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"“My Ultimate love Jan Ma started for earth but never dies for earth, I'm surrounded by the greenery of green earth, Which gives me?? And, Which shows me?? Ultimate love!!! But not by the strange.!! The word strange stands in front of 'STRANGER' But its sane, Who is always hidden from insane, Strange shows with up originality but not by true. 'STRANGER' I'm applause d by Nature's breeze on Nature's earth, But Nature's sane is strange, Who feels the earth's presence as insane, My duty may end up but my soul's love never ends on mother earth and for strange” 'A beautiful message by true heart'."

“My Ultimate love Jan Ma started for earth but never dies for earth,
I'm surrounded by the greenery of green earth,
 Which gives me??
And, 
Which shows me??
Ultimate love!!!
But not by the strange.!!
The word strange stands in front of 'STRANGER'
But its sane, Who is always hidden from insane, 
Strange shows with up originality but not by true.
 'STRANGER'
I'm applause d by Nature's breeze on Nature's earth,
But Nature's sane is strange,
Who feels the earth's presence as insane,
My duty may end up but my soul's love never ends on mother earth and for strange”

'A beautiful message by true heart'.

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"Spending my loneliest night with stranger, Broking the silence of nature, Two of us,totally unknown,totally strange. she came near meh,and i went to touch her hand but totally unknown as we are spending a night to kill our lonileness. we both were stranger till then, just sharing some random moment. she leaned near meh i bend down to kiss her. a strange feeling ran down me the wonderful energy ran down my spine. no wonder what was that thing?? a strange charisma had attracted her to me. sharing my bed with her.Totally strange totally wonderful.No words enough to describe the movement. the sky is still, no movement noticed at all. i felt something is pulling me towards her though still unkown.A wonderful night went by. all the thing ended with just a good... i felt i should stop her but she was gone Totally gone with the dusk she disappered like the dew a faded memories was just what was left...."

Spending my loneliest night with stranger,
Broking the silence of nature,
Two of us,totally unknown,totally strange.
she came near meh,and i went to touch her hand but totally 
unknown as we are spending a night to kill our lonileness.
we both were stranger till then,
just sharing some random moment.
she leaned near meh i bend down to kiss her.
a strange feeling ran down me
the wonderful energy ran down my spine.
no wonder what was that thing??
a strange charisma had attracted her to me.
sharing my bed with her.Totally strange 
totally wonderful.No words enough to describe the movement.
the sky is still, no movement noticed at all.
i felt something is pulling me towards her
though still unkown.A wonderful night went by.
all the thing ended with just a good...
i felt i should stop her but she was gone
Totally gone with the dusk she disappered like the dew
a faded memories was just what was left....

#1AMTHOIGHTS.
here I am imagining myself with an imaginary girlfriend whom I have seen in dream. Isn't it so wonderful that some dreams are so powerful that you want them to come true but strangely some beautiful memories is to be cherished and not to be realised.
This prose is written by meh though some words have been contributed by someone and the person in due to be given respect as its because of the person I m strong enough. But it's all based on my imaginary girlfriend whom i remembered after i woke up from my midnight dream......😏😏😅😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

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