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Hungry Fox
Hungry Fox
Once upon a time, there was a hungry fox that was looking for something to eat. He was very hungry. No matter how hard he tried, the fox could not find food. Finally he went to the edge of the forest and searched there for food. Suddenly he caught sight of a big tree with a hole in it.
Inside the hole was a package. The hungry fox immediately thought that there might be food in it, and he became very happy. He jumped into the hole and when he opened the package, he saw there were a lot of food, bread, meat and fruit in it!
An old woodcutter had placed the food in the tree trunk while he cut down trees in the forest. He was going to eat it for his lunch.
The fox happily began to eat. After the fox had finished eating, he felt thirsty and decided to leave the trunk and drink some water from a nearby spring. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get out of the hole. Do you know why? Yes, the fox had eaten so much food that he became too big to fit through the hole.
The fox was very sad and upset. He told himself, “I wish that I had thought a little before jumping into the hole.”

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FLAT OUT CURSED

A GAME/BOOK HYBRID.

CHAPTER 1:

Little Nightmares

7:00AM. Nothing can be heard except the ticking of the town’s clock. While you could admire the beauty of the morning sun or the amazing and calm view of Fighter’s Street, the one thing that stands out is the silence.

We should enjoy it while it lasts…









Ah yes, truly beautiful, but our story here, is far from silent and calm; it’s a mouthful actually.

You could even say that this story is flat out cursed…

7:13 AM. Still silence, but at 7:15 the first few people are waking up.

When the town clock reached 7:15AM the clock began to ring.

DRIIIIIIIIIIING

Let’s pay attention to this one person, mumbling something upon hearing the loud ringing.

The clock rings louder.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

The person is mumbling louder and pulls on their bedsheets.

The clock rings one final time, the loudest way possible.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! WAKE UP YOU BUNDLE OF INCAPABLES!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the person in the bed, pulls out his bedsheets completely and throws them onto the wall.

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Another sleepless night for this person. Having the same nightmare again and again, day and night. This person is 16-year-old John Katherin, emerging from the pits of insomnia.

“Happy Birthday to me… Let’s try to make this day as… acceptable as possible.”

TASK: FIND YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: SEARCH IN YOUR CLOSET.

John walks up to the window. You can see a giant wall blocking the view from the window. The wall has a giant campaign poster glued onto it. Some glue still drips from it.

John walks up to his bedside cabinet. He checks inside.

You found the dusty toothbrush.

John walks up to his closet. He checks inside.

You found the Shabby Outfit.

TASK: PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: GO INTO YOUR STATUS MENU AND SELECT THE ARMOR TAB.

You check the Shabby Shirt.

Shabby Shirt: DEF -1

This shirt, like many things, used to be better.

You check the Shabby Pants

Shabby Pants: DEF 0

These pants aren’t actually that shabby. At least they don’t sink your defense.

You check the Shabby Socks

Shabby Socks: DEF 1

-1+0+1= 0

John’s stomach rumbles.

“Ugh…Should probably go get something to eat. Am i still broke?”

TASK: CHECK YOUR WALLET.

John checks his wallet.

“5G?! Wow, I’m not broke anymore.

Let’s go to the bakery then!”

TASK: GO OUTSIDE.

TIP: THERE’S A DOOR IN YOUR ROOM, YOU KNOW?

John leaves his apartment.

You can see the mildly beautiful view of Fighter’s Street.

It seems like an adventure is going to unfold.

An adventure about a croissant, entering your mouth, being chewed into little bits and being swallowed to finally reach your stomach.

This adventure begins now.

TASK: GO INTO THE BAKERY.

TIP: LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU.

Nobody’s in sight, strange since the chiming of the clock was as loud as the honking of cars on a highway.

John enters the bakery, and goes to the cashier.

“Hello Ms. Boulang.”

“Hey, John. What do you wanna buy?”

“A croissant, please.”

“Hot or cold?”

“Cold.”

“Alright.”

She pulls out a croissant from a refrigerator and uses a hair dryer to heat it.

“So how’s your day so far?”

“Pretty bad. Didn’t really sleep last night. Having the nightmare about you know what.”

“Ugh…This was 5 years ago, John. Forget about it.”

“You’re right…”

“Did you get a job?”

“No… I’m pretty sure you knew that already.”

“John, you can’t keep living like that. If you don’t get a job soon, you’ll probably be evicted from your apartment. How did you even still not get evicted?”

“I threw an egg on the landlord’s house and told him that it was a winged bear with throwing egg super powers. He’s scared of three things: Wings, Bears and Eggs. I told him that i’ll keep it away from him, if i can stay in the apartment without paying for at least one year.”

“You know the year is almost over, right?”

“…Yeah. Well, if i’m lucky i can find a flying bear with egg throwing abilities and keep it as a pet.”

“You can’t keep living like that, you know?”

“Yes, i can.”

She finished heating up the croissant.

“Here you go. 2,50G please.”

“Here you go.”

John puts 2,50 G on the counter.

“Wait, isn’t it your birthday today?”

“…No.”

“Alright. Bye John!”

“Bye Ms. Boulang.”

As John was about to leave he saw a man, or more of a shady figure. He ignored him at first but noticed that he had a weapon on him. A gun to be precise. He wanted to sneak up behind him and maybe hit him with one of his shoes, but he knew this was too risky. What if this guy is part of this town’s mob? Turf wars have been happening left and right here on Fighter’s Street. You wouldn’t want to get mixed up in all of that.

John left the bakery and went back to his house.

The man in the bakery pulls out the gun on Ms. Boulang, he also pulls out a bag.

“I want the money in here, please.”

As he said that you can hear the sound of a window breaking.

“What was that?”

You can hear a splotch on the ground.

Finally, a creature with a head floating above its body jumps through the window of the bakery.

“I’m not paying the repair bills.”

“HUH?!” reacted the shady one and Ms. Boulang.

“Yes, i know. My pants are pretty shabby, but hey, at least it gives them a unique look right?

Anyway, i heard from Santa that a naughty boy with a pew pew machine was going into a bakery to rob someone. Wow, what kind of idiot robs a bakery for money? You rob one for the food, ya idiot!”

“WHO ARE YOU?!” asked the shady one.

“I’m called by a lot of names, but i won’t waste time like that Spider hero in this one movie.

I’ll just have you know my name through violence.”

The creature pulls out a stick from his bulky hat and slaps the shady figure with it.

“SLAPSTICK! GET IT?! IT’S FUNNY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

His laugh becomes physical and starts to hit the shady person.

“ENOUGH FROM THIS CLOWN!”

The shady figure shoots with his gun at Slapstick, but the bullet just bounces off and hits the shady figure’s shoe.

“Get a HOLE of this.”

Slapstick pulls out a hole from his hat and places it under the shady robber.

The shady robber falls into the hole and it seems that he can’t escape the hole.

“You fool!”

“Oh, did you look into a mirror?”

“YOU FOOL! I KNEW YOU WOULD COME!”

“It’s my job after all!”

“QUIET!”

The shady figure transforms himself into an alien.

“Wow, this is pretty random.”

The Alien rises from the hole using a jetpack.

“MUAHAHAHA! I am Count Dred Blek! Conqueror of planets, master strategist and-”

“Wait, let me guess. Cliché villain with a giant army of incompetents backing him up?”

“……QUIET! I have been searching for this mask for years and you clown are wearing it right now! GIVE IT TO ME AND I MAY MAKE YOU MY RIGHT-HAND MAN!”

(You could choose now, but since this is the good boy route, we’ll just do that you won’t accept the offer.)

“NEVAH!”

“Then die!”

“This is the most cliché thing to say, ar- are you sure you’re not a cliché super villain.”

“SHUT UP! BLEK MINIONS, ATTACK HIM!”

“You literally called them Blek Minions?

Well, time for a real wallop.

FIGHT BEGINS! *DRING DRING*

*Press Z on the blocks to do stuff.

(Now i’m just assuming what you would do)

*Attack -> Special -> Headball.

*Press Z repeatedly to dribble.

*Your head bounces of the walls it hurts the enemies but will hurt you too, dodge it!

*Dodges*

*EXCELLENT!

Enemies: LONG LIVE THE GUY WHO PAYS US!

The enemies form a pyramid and throw their lances at you.

DODGE!

*GOOD

Attack -> Normal -> Hammer

*Keep your finger pressed on Normal -> Punch

You approach the enemies to punch them. Press Z repeatedly to fill up the Punch Gauge.

*Perfect!

YOU WON!

You got 10 Star Points and a Lance.

“Wow, your troops are useless.”

“SILENCE! You will give me this mask at once!!!!!1111!!!”

“No.”

“Then I’m gonna force you to give it to me. Uhm… If you don’t give it to me, i’ll uhm… DESTROY an… uhm… I’M GONNA DESTROY A BAKERY!

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh yes i would.”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

Slapstick throws a hammer at Dred Blek.

Dred Blek catches the hammer and throws it at Slapstick.

This causes the mask to break off Slapstick’s face.

Slapstick transforms into a human.

The human covers his face with a shabby piece of cloth.

“You-YOU-YOOUUUUUU! YOU IDIOT! YOU BROKE THE MASK!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!”

“Heheh, that you won’t be able to have superpowers anymore?”

“NO! I HAVE TO COLLECT THE POWERS OF THIS MASK ACROSS MULTIPLE UNIVERSES YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHI-”

“Hey, why not tell me about your evil plan if I’m going to die anyway?”

“Oh, uhm… OF COURSE.

Well…”

As Dred Blek explains his evil plan which is as cliché as himself, the human, still covering his face with cloth escapes with a piece of his mask.

Dred Blek notices and goes away using some sort of teleportation device.

The human goes back to his apartment, and lays himself on his bed, throwing the piece of cloth away, since he doesn’t have to hide his identity anymore, even if going into your apartment kinda reveals your identity, but every story has a plot hole, right?

“Ugh…my days as Slapstick are gone, now. Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

This human reveals himself to be John Katherin.

Yes, big plot twist, I know.

“Welp, seems like i’ve got no more friends… I can die a normal person knowing i did something good once. Time to get a job, go back to studying and-”

Suddenly, his eyes go from brown to green.

John hears a voice inside his head.

“YOU IDIOT! Haven’t you heard what cliché supervillain Number 89 said? We could go across different universes to get the powers back!”

“Ugh…Are YOU an idiot? What did you say? “ACROSS UNIVERSES” ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?! I’M A HUMAN WITH NO POWERS! I’m weak!”

“Ugh… Listen, i don’t want to say emotional shit, but in the 5 years i knew you, I know one thing, you’re hopeful. So why lose hope now? Universes? That’s no big deal, y’know? You captured the baddest baddies in Fighter’s Street, getting pieces of a mask won’t be a big deal.”

“Me? Doing that? That was you. I didn’t do anything.”

“You know that you had most of the control, right? I only say the one-liners, cause you’re bad at it.”

“Now tell me, what do we do go across universes? Should i go find a portal in Fighter’s Street and jump into it without knowing where to go? Should i do that?”

“Yes.”

“…Ok, i’ll do it. But not for me, for you. Promise that if i find the powers again, you’ll leave me alone completely, ok? I’m gonna throw you back into the sea of nightmares I found you and i’ll never have to think about you again, ok?”

“…Alright.”

“Let’s do this.”

END OF CHAPTER 1-

“Slapstick, wait.”

“You just broke the fourth wall, that’s my job.”

“Yes, but what happened to Ms. Boulang?”

“What about her?”

“You know that the fight we had happened in the bakery, right? What happened to her?”

“Let’s say she died and that’s one of your motivations too.”

“…No. Let’s just say that the writer was lazy.”

“Mm…I would love to, but I’m not allowed to annoy the writer until Chapter 2.”

“Let’s say that you saved her and put her somewhere where she’s safe.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know this sounds simillar to the thing you said at the first end of Chapter 1, right?”

“Oh, shut up.”

REAL END OF CHAPTER 1

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"2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story? This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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The Ant - It is the #story of an Ant.

#Ant which which digs hole in the afternoon.
Picking grain of the Mud it digs, one by one - outside.
Getting the family of the Ants (the community) together, so that everyone could be together, safe, and healthy.

It keeps digging. Each Day, Every Day. Without fail.
Without thinking about the pain it goes through.
Selflessly without the motive or the gain or the profit it might get from the activity.

And One day, rain comes.
The Ant hasn't anticipated the Rain.

The Rain fills the hole, and all the hardwork that went in to digging the hole goes in Vain.
Even few members of the Ant Community dies, or hurt.

But it survives the Rainy Season.
Comes back again.
And starts digging another hole.
With the same passion, with the same intensity.

That's it.
What did you learn from it?

Please share comments.

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Hungry Fox
Hungry Fox
Once upon a time, there was a hungry fox that was looking for something to eat. He was very hungry. No matter how hard he tried, the fox could not find food. Finally he went to the edge of the forest and searched there for food. Suddenly he caught sight of a big tree with a hole in it.
Inside the hole was a package. The hungry fox immediately thought that there might be food in it, and he became very happy. He jumped into the hole and when he opened the package, he saw there were a lot of food, bread, meat and fruit in it!
An old woodcutter had placed the food in the tree trunk while he cut down trees in the forest. He was going to eat it for his lunch.
The fox happily began to eat. After the fox had finished eating, he felt thirsty and decided to leave the trunk and drink some water from a nearby spring. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get out of the hole. Do you know why? Yes, the fox had eaten so much food that he became too big to fit through the hole.
The fox was very sad and upset. He told himself, “I wish that I had thought a little before jumping into the hole.”

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FLAT OUT CURSED

A GAME/BOOK HYBRID.

CHAPTER 1:

Little Nightmares

7:00AM. Nothing can be heard except the ticking of the town’s clock. While you could admire the beauty of the morning sun or the amazing and calm view of Fighter’s Street, the one thing that stands out is the silence.

We should enjoy it while it lasts…









Ah yes, truly beautiful, but our story here, is far from silent and calm; it’s a mouthful actually.

You could even say that this story is flat out cursed…

7:13 AM. Still silence, but at 7:15 the first few people are waking up.

When the town clock reached 7:15AM the clock began to ring.

DRIIIIIIIIIIING

Let’s pay attention to this one person, mumbling something upon hearing the loud ringing.

The clock rings louder.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

The person is mumbling louder and pulls on their bedsheets.

The clock rings one final time, the loudest way possible.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! WAKE UP YOU BUNDLE OF INCAPABLES!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the person in the bed, pulls out his bedsheets completely and throws them onto the wall.

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Another sleepless night for this person. Having the same nightmare again and again, day and night. This person is 16-year-old John Katherin, emerging from the pits of insomnia.

“Happy Birthday to me… Let’s try to make this day as… acceptable as possible.”

TASK: FIND YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: SEARCH IN YOUR CLOSET.

John walks up to the window. You can see a giant wall blocking the view from the window. The wall has a giant campaign poster glued onto it. Some glue still drips from it.

John walks up to his bedside cabinet. He checks inside.

You found the dusty toothbrush.

John walks up to his closet. He checks inside.

You found the Shabby Outfit.

TASK: PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: GO INTO YOUR STATUS MENU AND SELECT THE ARMOR TAB.

You check the Shabby Shirt.

Shabby Shirt: DEF -1

This shirt, like many things, used to be better.

You check the Shabby Pants

Shabby Pants: DEF 0

These pants aren’t actually that shabby. At least they don’t sink your defense.

You check the Shabby Socks

Shabby Socks: DEF 1

-1+0+1= 0

John’s stomach rumbles.

“Ugh…Should probably go get something to eat. Am i still broke?”

TASK: CHECK YOUR WALLET.

John checks his wallet.

“5G?! Wow, I’m not broke anymore.

Let’s go to the bakery then!”

TASK: GO OUTSIDE.

TIP: THERE’S A DOOR IN YOUR ROOM, YOU KNOW?

John leaves his apartment.

You can see the mildly beautiful view of Fighter’s Street.

It seems like an adventure is going to unfold.

An adventure about a croissant, entering your mouth, being chewed into little bits and being swallowed to finally reach your stomach.

This adventure begins now.

TASK: GO INTO THE BAKERY.

TIP: LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU.

Nobody’s in sight, strange since the chiming of the clock was as loud as the honking of cars on a highway.

John enters the bakery, and goes to the cashier.

“Hello Ms. Boulang.”

“Hey, John. What do you wanna buy?”

“A croissant, please.”

“Hot or cold?”

“Cold.”

“Alright.”

She pulls out a croissant from a refrigerator and uses a hair dryer to heat it.

“So how’s your day so far?”

“Pretty bad. Didn’t really sleep last night. Having the nightmare about you know what.”

“Ugh…This was 5 years ago, John. Forget about it.”

“You’re right…”

“Did you get a job?”

“No… I’m pretty sure you knew that already.”

“John, you can’t keep living like that. If you don’t get a job soon, you’ll probably be evicted from your apartment. How did you even still not get evicted?”

“I threw an egg on the landlord’s house and told him that it was a winged bear with throwing egg super powers. He’s scared of three things: Wings, Bears and Eggs. I told him that i’ll keep it away from him, if i can stay in the apartment without paying for at least one year.”

“You know the year is almost over, right?”

“…Yeah. Well, if i’m lucky i can find a flying bear with egg throwing abilities and keep it as a pet.”

“You can’t keep living like that, you know?”

“Yes, i can.”

She finished heating up the croissant.

“Here you go. 2,50G please.”

“Here you go.”

John puts 2,50 G on the counter.

“Wait, isn’t it your birthday today?”

“…No.”

“Alright. Bye John!”

“Bye Ms. Boulang.”

As John was about to leave he saw a man, or more of a shady figure. He ignored him at first but noticed that he had a weapon on him. A gun to be precise. He wanted to sneak up behind him and maybe hit him with one of his shoes, but he knew this was too risky. What if this guy is part of this town’s mob? Turf wars have been happening left and right here on Fighter’s Street. You wouldn’t want to get mixed up in all of that.

John left the bakery and went back to his house.

The man in the bakery pulls out the gun on Ms. Boulang, he also pulls out a bag.

“I want the money in here, please.”

As he said that you can hear the sound of a window breaking.

“What was that?”

You can hear a splotch on the ground.

Finally, a creature with a head floating above its body jumps through the window of the bakery.

“I’m not paying the repair bills.”

“HUH?!” reacted the shady one and Ms. Boulang.

“Yes, i know. My pants are pretty shabby, but hey, at least it gives them a unique look right?

Anyway, i heard from Santa that a naughty boy with a pew pew machine was going into a bakery to rob someone. Wow, what kind of idiot robs a bakery for money? You rob one for the food, ya idiot!”

“WHO ARE YOU?!” asked the shady one.

“I’m called by a lot of names, but i won’t waste time like that Spider hero in this one movie.

I’ll just have you know my name through violence.”

The creature pulls out a stick from his bulky hat and slaps the shady figure with it.

“SLAPSTICK! GET IT?! IT’S FUNNY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

His laugh becomes physical and starts to hit the shady person.

“ENOUGH FROM THIS CLOWN!”

The shady figure shoots with his gun at Slapstick, but the bullet just bounces off and hits the shady figure’s shoe.

“Get a HOLE of this.”

Slapstick pulls out a hole from his hat and places it under the shady robber.

The shady robber falls into the hole and it seems that he can’t escape the hole.

“You fool!”

“Oh, did you look into a mirror?”

“YOU FOOL! I KNEW YOU WOULD COME!”

“It’s my job after all!”

“QUIET!”

The shady figure transforms himself into an alien.

“Wow, this is pretty random.”

The Alien rises from the hole using a jetpack.

“MUAHAHAHA! I am Count Dred Blek! Conqueror of planets, master strategist and-”

“Wait, let me guess. Cliché villain with a giant army of incompetents backing him up?”

“……QUIET! I have been searching for this mask for years and you clown are wearing it right now! GIVE IT TO ME AND I MAY MAKE YOU MY RIGHT-HAND MAN!”

(You could choose now, but since this is the good boy route, we’ll just do that you won’t accept the offer.)

“NEVAH!”

“Then die!”

“This is the most cliché thing to say, ar- are you sure you’re not a cliché super villain.”

“SHUT UP! BLEK MINIONS, ATTACK HIM!”

“You literally called them Blek Minions?

Well, time for a real wallop.

FIGHT BEGINS! *DRING DRING*

*Press Z on the blocks to do stuff.

(Now i’m just assuming what you would do)

*Attack -> Special -> Headball.

*Press Z repeatedly to dribble.

*Your head bounces of the walls it hurts the enemies but will hurt you too, dodge it!

*Dodges*

*EXCELLENT!

Enemies: LONG LIVE THE GUY WHO PAYS US!

The enemies form a pyramid and throw their lances at you.

DODGE!

*GOOD

Attack -> Normal -> Hammer

*Keep your finger pressed on Normal -> Punch

You approach the enemies to punch them. Press Z repeatedly to fill up the Punch Gauge.

*Perfect!

YOU WON!

You got 10 Star Points and a Lance.

“Wow, your troops are useless.”

“SILENCE! You will give me this mask at once!!!!!1111!!!”

“No.”

“Then I’m gonna force you to give it to me. Uhm… If you don’t give it to me, i’ll uhm… DESTROY an… uhm… I’M GONNA DESTROY A BAKERY!

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh yes i would.”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

Slapstick throws a hammer at Dred Blek.

Dred Blek catches the hammer and throws it at Slapstick.

This causes the mask to break off Slapstick’s face.

Slapstick transforms into a human.

The human covers his face with a shabby piece of cloth.

“You-YOU-YOOUUUUUU! YOU IDIOT! YOU BROKE THE MASK!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!”

“Heheh, that you won’t be able to have superpowers anymore?”

“NO! I HAVE TO COLLECT THE POWERS OF THIS MASK ACROSS MULTIPLE UNIVERSES YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHI-”

“Hey, why not tell me about your evil plan if I’m going to die anyway?”

“Oh, uhm… OF COURSE.

Well…”

As Dred Blek explains his evil plan which is as cliché as himself, the human, still covering his face with cloth escapes with a piece of his mask.

Dred Blek notices and goes away using some sort of teleportation device.

The human goes back to his apartment, and lays himself on his bed, throwing the piece of cloth away, since he doesn’t have to hide his identity anymore, even if going into your apartment kinda reveals your identity, but every story has a plot hole, right?

“Ugh…my days as Slapstick are gone, now. Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

This human reveals himself to be John Katherin.

Yes, big plot twist, I know.

“Welp, seems like i’ve got no more friends… I can die a normal person knowing i did something good once. Time to get a job, go back to studying and-”

Suddenly, his eyes go from brown to green.

John hears a voice inside his head.

“YOU IDIOT! Haven’t you heard what cliché supervillain Number 89 said? We could go across different universes to get the powers back!”

“Ugh…Are YOU an idiot? What did you say? “ACROSS UNIVERSES” ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?! I’M A HUMAN WITH NO POWERS! I’m weak!”

“Ugh… Listen, i don’t want to say emotional shit, but in the 5 years i knew you, I know one thing, you’re hopeful. So why lose hope now? Universes? That’s no big deal, y’know? You captured the baddest baddies in Fighter’s Street, getting pieces of a mask won’t be a big deal.”

“Me? Doing that? That was you. I didn’t do anything.”

“You know that you had most of the control, right? I only say the one-liners, cause you’re bad at it.”

“Now tell me, what do we do go across universes? Should i go find a portal in Fighter’s Street and jump into it without knowing where to go? Should i do that?”

“Yes.”

“…Ok, i’ll do it. But not for me, for you. Promise that if i find the powers again, you’ll leave me alone completely, ok? I’m gonna throw you back into the sea of nightmares I found you and i’ll never have to think about you again, ok?”

“…Alright.”

“Let’s do this.”

END OF CHAPTER 1-

“Slapstick, wait.”

“You just broke the fourth wall, that’s my job.”

“Yes, but what happened to Ms. Boulang?”

“What about her?”

“You know that the fight we had happened in the bakery, right? What happened to her?”

“Let’s say she died and that’s one of your motivations too.”

“…No. Let’s just say that the writer was lazy.”

“Mm…I would love to, but I’m not allowed to annoy the writer until Chapter 2.”

“Let’s say that you saved her and put her somewhere where she’s safe.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know this sounds simillar to the thing you said at the first end of Chapter 1, right?”

“Oh, shut up.”

REAL END OF CHAPTER 1

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"2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story? This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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The Ant - It is the #story of an Ant.

#Ant which which digs hole in the afternoon.
Picking grain of the Mud it digs, one by one - outside.
Getting the family of the Ants (the community) together, so that everyone could be together, safe, and healthy.

It keeps digging. Each Day, Every Day. Without fail.
Without thinking about the pain it goes through.
Selflessly without the motive or the gain or the profit it might get from the activity.

And One day, rain comes.
The Ant hasn't anticipated the Rain.

The Rain fills the hole, and all the hardwork that went in to digging the hole goes in Vain.
Even few members of the Ant Community dies, or hurt.

But it survives the Rainy Season.
Comes back again.
And starts digging another hole.
With the same passion, with the same intensity.

That's it.
What did you learn from it?

Please share comments.

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