This restless wait lasted for about 45 minutes after which a nurse called out his name on the intercom asking him to head to counseling room 2. Kevin slowly stood up on hearing the call and rushed to the exam room. He stepped into the room before the doctor could ask him to come in. Kevin went straight for the couch and sat again in the posture he was waiting outside.

The doctor called him by his name, he did not answer. So the doctor introduced herself as Dr. Rebecca, she was a woman in her mid 50s. She asked Kevin about his problem in a sweet tone. Kevin looked down to the carpet with tears filling up in his eyes. He wanted to talk but couldn’t speak a word; he was on verge of crying hard. Rebecca noticed it immediately and asked him not to inhibit his emotions, to let it out, and before she could end her sentence, Kevin burst out into sobbing with his face shoved into his palms. Rebecca sat next to him, offered him some tissues and pats his back again asking him what was bothering him. Kevin replied with a broken voice and said “A girl”. Rebecca asked “who’s this girl, why is she bothering you” she also added “tell me your story, if you don’t mind…”

There was a Long pause between them, Kevin then started talking after taking a deep breath “ It’s a Girl, she comes in my dreams. I don’t know her, I haven’t seen her in my life, I don’t know her name, I don’t know anything about her but she keeps coming in my dreams. It’s been three months since she first appeared in my dream. I am in love with her for a while and I have been trying to find her in my real life for the past one month, I have roamed almost entire east coast of the United states to find her, I am online 24/7 trying to find her in any website possible. I think am going mad with her memory in me. I desperately need help now. Please doctor, can you do something to me.”

Rebecca, who was listening each word carefully, replied back “of course, I can help. But I need to know more about this girl in your dreams… like what relationship you have with her in the dreams, what she does in these dreams, why you fell in love with her… things like that, if you could describe them in detail, I can help much better” . Kevin wiped off a tear from his left eye and continued his talk, “she came in my dream first, once when I was lonely and devastated after I lost my dad in a car crash, he was the only relation I had in this world. She came in my dreams, consoled me back to normal state, gave me courage to live and made me happy whenever I was sad… In my dreams she would give me advice on how to handle situations, tackle personal problems and they would work out really well. The last three months of my life were the best time I ever had and its all due to that girl in my dreams.”

Kevin took a deep breath again, without looking up at Rebecca, still sobbing a little, He said “she was the girl friend I never had, so I thought to myself, if she comes in my dreams, she should exist in real life too, somewhere close by or with someone I know. I had to find this girl, know her, and tell her about my dreams. live with her for the rest of my life… so I started trying to find her, I googled for her image, looked in Facebook, AIM, yahoo and all social networking sites possible, even tried looking in adult websites too. No luck at all. So I started travelling to various cities, roaming everywhere on the streets trying to see if I could find that face in anyone living anywhere. I have travelled to 17 different cities in the past one month, literally staring and stalking people with similar looks, I’ve spent all my money, I am almost broke now, every night in my dream I try to talk to her, ask her where she is, many times I started to sleep deliberately just to dream about her, just to see her face”. Kevin was still looking at the carpet, tears falling down from his eyes like water from a dripping tap, he continued “I knew am going crazy but that face kept haunting me every single second and here I am in Cleveland sitting before you seeking medical attention. Please doctor, help me. I need to find that girl, or help me erase that girl’s memories off my head”.

Rebecca asked him “Kevin, can you describe me that girl, how she looks and descriptions? Kevin said “oh yes, yes, I can actually draw her face for you, I am a cartoonist by profession” Rebecca smiled and said “that’s even better”. She handed him a black pen and a sheet of paper and added “I could also see if I maybe have seen her somewhere or who knows, might be someone I know.”

Kevin got excited hearing her words and started sketching her face with intense concentration, meanwhile Rebecca got a phone call from her daughter, so she got engaged in her call. After about 15 minutes, Kevin called out for Rebecca, he had completed the sketch, Rebecca signaled to him to wait for a minute with a hand gesture and told bye to her daughter and kept the phone.

She stretched out to get the paper from Kevin, and Kevin looked up on Rebecca for the first time, he had his arm stretched out and was looking at her with a smile. Kevin seemed to have distracted with something on the wall behind Rebecca. She did not notice it, she was eager to see the girl’s face, the moment she saw the girl’s sketch; she was taken aback by shock and was literally gasping for breath or in other words, stupefied seeing the sketch. She wished she had taken back the words she said before he started sketching. She slowly looked toward Kevin; he was also in the same state with his eyes fixed to the wall. Rebecca knew what he had seen; she turned slowly to see the wall. It was her daughter’s photo. The girl in Kevin’s dreams was her twenty year old daughter, Leila.

Both Rebecca and Kevin were in a state of shock and there was an air of long awkward silence.

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A rainy morning at St. Antony Hospital, London, and the rain was pouring down from the skies as if gods left the shower open for a long time. The hospital grounds were covered with a layer of flowing water and the bow windows were trickling water down their cubical designs. The chief doctor Dr. Gordon was on his usual rounds when he stepped closer to a patient who had been in coma for past 48 hours and he could become conscious any moment. The hospital authorities had informed the police about his admission and the newspapers had been informed to flash pictures of him to find out if any of his relatives would be searching of this missing person, but no one had come for him yet. The unconscious white male about 45 years old who was admitted to the hospital late at night before 2 days after having a severe road accident, where his car had fallen off the road after crashing to the side of a truck.

He had severe injuries to head and chest, his leg was fractured at 2 places and there was bleeding from his wounds. The hospital treated his injuries and had been unconscious from the time of admission. Later that afternoon, the staff nurse knocking the door of Dr. Gordon, bringing him the news about the unknown man’s regaining consciousness. Gordon rushed to the ward to go and talk to him. The person was wrenching slightly because of the pain from the injuries suffered. The pain killers were wearing off and he needed a new dose of the analgesics.

Gordon asked the man, about him, his name, where he came from, anyone they could contact to tell about his presence but to his surprise, the man was blank; he had no clue about himself. He had lost his memory due to the trauma of the car crash. The doctor tried to talk him into getting any bit of memory back to him; it was bringing him more mental pain adding to the physical torture from the injuries.

The doctor was thinking about how to handle this situation, when a nurse brought him a bag, which was found in the car in the passenger seat next to him. The bag had nothing but 8 diaries with filled with writings without leaving a blank page till now, no one cared to see what was written in those books.  Dr. Gordon took out a diary and started reading it from a random page. He was amazed at what he read. It was the solution he was trying to find for this man. The diary was filled with precious writings, not just any scribbling, they were memories. This man had written down his life’s memories in these diaries. This was the perfect medicine for that man’s amnesia. Reading from these diaries could spark the old memories from his past. Dr.Gordon felt so relieved to have got these diaries, he smiled with a bright happiness and praised the nurse for safe keeping of the bag and handing it to him in time.

Dr. Gordon sat with the patient for the next one hour, talked him through about reading the diaries and told him to read it with at most concentration and determination, so that he could bring back his memories. Dr. Gordon also had a cat’s curiosity to know who this person really was. So he flipped through the diaries to see if he could get any clue and as he wished, he found the biggest clue. A photograph of this unknown man on the back was his name, address and his signature. The doctor felt like he had solved the greatest medical mystery ever, he would have jumped up in joy with loud ruckus, if it wasn’t the hospital.

The writing behind the photograph said

James Wallace

1210, maryhill road, Glasgow.

The photograph had this unknown man dressed in a fine black suit with matching hat, he had a thick beard and the same brown bag was hanging down from his right shoulder. He seemed to be standing in front of the doors of a parish church as they looked like classic dungeon doors with hard brown wood and metal locks.  Dr. Gordon immediately sent out a man to give the new found evidence to the police and let them know about the man’s consciousness.

October 22^nd 1971

A week later, early morning and it was raining again. Dr. Gordon was doing his usual rounds, when he saw the man ‘James Wallace’ staring out the window, which was trickling water down it, looked like a vertical river. Gordon went closer to him for a small conversation. He asked him if he remembered anything from his past. James replied saying he never tried to remember the past, rather learn a new life from the memories he had in the diaries. Now he was living the life from what he read in the diaries. The diary had mentioned about his half sister ‘Josephine’, born to his mother and her first husband. James mentioned this to Dr.Gordon and asked him if he could find any information about her. Dr. Gordon said the same answer he had been telling him all week that the police were investigating and it will be anytime soon he’d be hearing from his relatives. James had been reading those diaries again and again all through day and night and now knows each and every letter in it. The memories from the diaries were his memories now.

The diary mentioned that he was a preacher from a parish church in Glasgow, who went around the country giving sermons and spreading the good word about Jesus Christ and Christianity, which he took up as a full time duty after he lost his family, his wife and two daughters in a fire accident before 8 years. The only relative he had was the half sister Josephine. The memories were framed like a man’s daily journal for the past 8 years, how he lead his daily life, the interesting incidents he came across such as a near physical fight with a Islamic leader at a school, the temptation he couldn’t resist in sleeping with a prostitute ‘Janet’ for many nights in a row at his brief stay in Aberdeen. His only form of love, money could buy. James had become a loner after the tragedy, since the diary never mentioned about any friends or other relatives. Most of the 8 years, he spent eating at local diners and sleeping in his car. The memories never mentioned about any happy incidences except for the vivid descriptions of his love making sessions with Janet. The diary lacked one important information about how he got to London, since the last entry in the diary locates him being in Edinburgh, Scotland. Where he had dinner with the head vicar of the church and his family, which was described as the best wholesome meal he had eaten in years.

James Wallace thought to himself, that this accident was a god sent message to change his life, he should not go back to his past, but start fresh, a new life. The diary was just a peek into his past to know that his life should not go back to the old miserable ways. James felt like a new man, he was getting back to normal conditions and his injuries were healing fast. James asked Dr. Gordon to discharge him from the hospital so that he could go out and start the new life.

Dr. Gordon granted his wish and signed his discharge papers. James Wallace was going to stay his last night at the hospital and leave at daybreak. So he went around the hospital meeting the friends he had made in the past week.

October 23^rd 1971

Late evening, Dr. Gordon was packing his briefcase to leave his office, a woman in her late thirties, came to meet him. Along with her was police officer Briggs from Glasgow, Scotland. She introduced herself as Mrs. Kate Miller. She showed him the newspaper advertisement that had been published a week back in the newspapers about the then unknown man, James Wallace. She asked him in a low tone if he that person was there in the hospital, Gordon replied that he had left the hospital that morning as he had discharged him and followed his answer with a question “may I know why you are asking about this person”. Kate miller spoke to him in disappointed sad voice with an American accent “the man in the picture is my husband Joe miller, he is a writer and had come to Scotland for research and writing his book which was set in Scotland before 6 months”. She paused for a second, and then continued “we are from Orange, Massachusetts. I got this news about the missing person advertisement from one of my friends who were visiting London two days back. So I rushed here to find my husband, he hadn’t been in contact with us for about two weeks now”. Kate miller was on the verge of tears as she asked Gordon “where is he now?”

Dr. Gordon realized his mistake, a big mistake he had done. The solution he thought he found was actually a problem he created for the unknown man. He had given him a false identity to believe in. the diaries were actually the manuscripts of his new book. Joe miller had been living in Scotland and writing a book on the fictional character James Wallace. Dr. Gordon had made the character come alive in Joe miller due to his amnesia. Gordon trembled in shock as he realized his dreadful mistake. He stuttered in disbelief of his mistake as he talked “I am sorry… I have made a terrible mistake. Your husband suffered from a traumatic amnesia and had no memory of him and the diaries he had with him were like daily journals of himself for past 8 years, which I thought was a perfect solution to bring his memories back”. He stopped and took a deep breath and said “The last time I spoke to him, he told me that he was going to start a new life and went out into the streets of London”, he added “am really sorry, I have made the biggest mistake of my career, I have given your husband a false identity, and he now thinks he’s James Wallace, a preacher from Scotland, with no aim in life”.Gordon sat in his chair, put his palm over his face and sunk himself in it; he was frustrated with his mistake.

Mr. Briggs, the police officer, who was a silent observer in this conversation, spoke with an authoritative voice, he said he had a suspicion on this case, after the address behind the photograph didn’t match out, the place was a old grocery store, but admitted to Dr. Gordon and Mrs. Miller, with a nod that he had never thought of this twist to the story. Mr. Briggs immediately ordered a search for the man, Joe miller aka James Wallace in the streets of London, to bring him back and try to cure him of his illness, the traumatic amnesia he had suffered.

The Next three weeks…

Joe miller was finally found by the London police at a local bar after getting into a brawl with another Christian preacher about an argument over the existence of the Holy Grail. Joe Miller was brought back to the hospital and was given electroconvulsive therapy to make him regain his actual memories.

Dr. Gordon resigned from his designation as Chief Doctor and retired his medical profession taking full responsibility for the mistake he committed, even though he could argue otherwise.

Joe miller regained his memories and recognized his wife Kate miller and also gave insights about what actually happened before the crash and why he was in London. Mr. Miller had completed his book , a journal view of a man’s life who lost everything he loved and lived for mere survival and was returning to London to catch his flight back to Boston, when he had the car crash after colliding at high speed with the truck.

October 15^th 1972.

Joe Miller’s latest book “Mistaken Memories” based on the incidents that unfolded in London last year had released and became the New York Times best seller.

So what really happened at the reception, that made Raj ponder so much about it… let’s find out.

3 hours earlier…

Divya’s phone was singing its ringtone for a long time. She was busy admiring her beautiful new saree neatly clad on her slim body. She was almost lost in her own beauty when a car honked outside her house. She immediately picked up the phone and spoke into it, “wait… wait… 5mins… will be outside… bye”. It was her fiancée Raj; they both were going to raj’s friend’s wedding reception.

Divya got into the car and looked at raj, expecting a compliment from him about her stunning looks but as always, like every other guy Raj failed miserably, when he complained to her that she was late. It’s a girl’s thing to expect and a guy’s thing to fail it.

It was a busy evening hour, so the car was swimming through the Jam. Although, it was about half hour late to the reception, Raj and divya had made it pretty earlier than the others. He held her hands guiding her to the people of his college life but she was going to meet them for the first time. It was a great time for divya to put a face to the person from the stories she has heard from raj about them. Some introductions made her laugh a little, just for the nature of funny incidents that had happened.

Raj then settled down with his friends, and started talking about the marriage, bride and groom. He and his friends knew Sam as their senior and bus mate during college. They knew about Sam’s love affair during college times and everyone were sure that was the same girl too. So raj was explaining to divya about Sam’s love story and how he used to act stupid at times, when it comes to love.

After a while, everyone started to go to the dais to congratulate the couple on their wedding. On the way to the dais, Raj met Sam’s brother David; he had a casual conversation with him, and asked    “your brother is lucky; he got the girl he loved… I guess it’s your turn next.” David replied “what? This is an arranged marriage raj; Sam wasn’t in any relationship for a long time now. This girl was chosen by my parents… he just nodded his head in approval… that all”. This version twisted raj a little. He had thought it was a love marriage but his brother seems to say otherwise.

Divya also got a little confused hearing the conversation, and while walking to the dais, she told raj “see raj, I thought so from the beginning, the whole setup seems like an arranged marriage, I don’t think it’s a love marriage”. Raj also a little perplexed, reaffirmed to divya “am sure divya, I’ve seen these two as a pair, although Sara was not from my college, these two used to hang out all over the city. Am sure this is the same girl.” divya questioned      “come on dear! The brother just said it’s an arranged marriage, maybe it’s just a coincidence that names match. This could be someone who looks quite like the other girl”.

Raj couldn’t hold his curiosity, when it was his turn to congratulate the couple; he went straight ahead and asked Sam “Bro… tell me one thing… isn’t this love marriage? I thought so, but it turns out to be different… what’s up with it?” Sam just couldn’t control his smile hearing this, his smile almost turned into a blush; he turned to Sara, who was smiling uncontrollably.

Sam answered to Raj “yes… Raj, it is an arranged marriage.” Raj thought he had got all of his memories wrong about Sam’s relationship, he was bit worried that he had told all his friends that it was a love marriage, when it was not, and as raj was leaving the dais with a heavy thought, Sam held him and whispered to Raj “dude, its kinda like a twisted story, let me tell it to you in detail after I get down from this place. You have your dinner and come back”.

Raj’s curiosity got bigger than before, it was like a blown balloon almost at the verge of bursting into pieces, all through dinner, and his mind was calculating all permutations about how twisted this story would be. He even went to extent of imagining a face change operation of that girl.

After dinner, Raj came back to the hall with divya; he was predicting his versions to her, who on hearing his crazy theories had a hearty laugh. Raj’s curiosity spread to a few friends and they also gathered to wait for Sam to come and reveal the secret. After a 20 minute wait, Sam finally came along with his wife Sara, he sat beside Raj in a chair and laughed. He asked Raj “so you thought it was a love marriage eh…?” he laughed again and said “you are right as well as wrong”. Raj had a very confused look on his face.

Sam then started his version of the story, the actual one; everyone around him listened to it keenly. He said “I and Sara were in a relationship for 2 yrs in college, but during final year due to many differences, we broke up. After that we never met or had any contacts, 2 years passed” he stopped and looked at Sara, who continued “ my parents were looking for a suitable alliance for me and when I was browsing through the matrimonial website for possible matches, I stumbled upon his profile. I told my parents that I liked his profile and they fixed the rest”.

Sam then said “my mom showed me her photo and told that they liked this girl a lot, I too accepted that I liked her, so they asked if they could talk to her parents to finalize the marriage.” Sam took a brief pause, a lot of crowd had gathered to listen to the story now. Sam continued “when we met at her place for the customary bride visit, we both talked for first time after 2 years, she told me that it was destiny that brought us together, and we were meant to be together. We both hadn’t had any other relationship after our break up and it seemed like we never really wanted to get over each other. Sara felt like this was a divine intervention to bring them together, a second chance for true love.

Sara interrupted “yea, it was my idea to keep our past relationship, a hidden secret; because I thought it might create a few rough patches in the arranged marriage, if the parents tend to believe it was a setup from us. So none of our family members knew about our love affair till now.” Sam and Sara both concluded saying “this whole thing was purely coincidental, no one knew this was coming, we ourselves still don’t believe this is happening”.

Everyone around them were so surprised and for some it was a shocker, but everyone had the same thought on their mind “Love does perform miracles”

Raj was now satisfied with his curiosity finally getting solved from the creators itself.  Divya just had a memorable experience which she could share with everyone she knows, a truly inspiring love story with a heavy role of coincidence. She wished for it to have happened in her life.

When Raj and Divya reached the home, the question “can anyone have such a coincidence in their life” appeared again in their mind, but now they had an answer “definitely not, this is a one of a kind experience. It is truly a divine intervention to make true love succeed.”

The report had to be sent to the main office in Boston, USA and it had to be sent as a hard copy, so he had to print out the 33 page report and decided to send it through express courier.  It was about 9 pm, all his staffs were leaving from the office and were wishing him ‘Good Night’ as they left. Farhan was on his desk resting his eyes a bit after a hard day’s work at the office and dozed off for a few minutes. When he woke up, he could see that the printer had gone out of paper and the print job was stopped. He then fed the paper and restarted the printing work.

By the time he was finished, it was about 10 pm, he packed his stuffs and took the report, started down the elevator to the parking garage where he had his bike. He was too tired already, and had to travel 23 kms to his house, on the way he had a detour about 8 kms on a perpendicular direction to the courier office.

On his way out, he saw one of his colleagues, Rachna standing alone. It seemed like she was waiting for someone. Farhan had a dilemma whether to ask about her situation or just leave as he had to go a long way and was already exhausted, but she was his team member and as a leader, he had a responsibility. So he walked his bike down to the place she was standing. He smiled at her, asking “Hey Rachna, what are you doing here, all alone?” She replied “well, I missed my cab back home, and my phone battery is down, so not able to call anyone for help”. Farhan immediately thought of giving his phone to help her, but he smiled to himself when he saw that his phone was also switched off. He then asked her, where she was staying and found that her place was quite close to the courier office he had to go on the way.

Farhan felt pity for the girl, as it was late at night and the office was 15 kms outside the city. She wouldn’t get any taxi or auto at this time, he offered her a ride home and said “It’s not gonna be a problem for me; I have to go that side… anyway”.

Rachna accepted to ride with him on his bike and they both started from their office. All the way, Rachna was talking continuously about something and Farhan couldn’t hear her properly with his helmet on. So he decided to remove it, when he stopped at the signal. Thereafter, they discussed about where he lived, about their families, the Football world cup, movies and stuff, all through the ride.

Finally Rachna’s destination arrived and she got down in front of a working women’s hostel. She said “Thanks a lot Farhan; I don’t know what I would have done without your help. I definitely need to treat you for this timely help”. Farhan laughed, he felt her talk was silly, so he replied “Don’t worry; maybe next time when I am stranded, you can give me a ride home”. Rachna made a pouty face and said “like that’s gonna happen anytime”, “am serious farhan, I need to return this favor, how about lunch tomorrow, it’s on me. OK?”

Farhan looked at his watch and realized that the courier shop would close in ten minutes and he had to rush, so he said “anything’s fine for me, sorry, I got to go, Good night.” and left rushing to send the courier.

Next day at the office.

Farhan happened to cross the coffee room on the way to the restroom while he overheard someone talking. He was about to leave thinking that some girls were leisure gossiping but stopped there to listen as he heard his name being said. He stood there listening to the girl talking, who happened to be Rachna, she said “You know preethi, last night, I missed my cab to home, and I was standing alone, when our manager Farhan came and started talking to me, very flirtatious in his words, he asked me about my situation and asked me if he could drop me home.” “He could have just given his cell phone for me to make a call or arranged for my ride, instead literally forced me into dropping me home.”

Farhan couldn’t move from the place or keep his ears closed, as he couldn’t believe what was being told, shocked and surprised, he stood there listening to more of it, as she said “ during the ride, such a show off, took off his helmet, thinks to himself as a dare devil I guess”. Rachna and her friend laughed as she continued “ hmm, while talking to him, I came to know that his house is nowhere near to my house, he just faked a reason to get a chance to drop me home saying he had a work in that area, what a loser”.

Farhan thought he had enough of listening to this out of control exaggerated version of last night’s incident. he decided to move on to his work, as he started walking, he couldn’t stop listening to her, as she spoke “ Since he did a small help dropping me home, I thanked him and told him that I need to treat him, as a formality, but he took it seriously and  again started flirting with me. He even asked me out for lunch today. I think I may have given him a lot of wrong signals that I am interested in him. May be I should stop talking to him”.

He still couldn’t believe what he had just heard from Rachna as he walked into the restroom, Farhan smiled and thought to himself  “Oh my god, can’t believe how a small help could be interpreted by another person in such devious ways”. “Really… Is Being Nice and Helping others a sort of lust or crime, do I deserve this”.

Words, he overheard from Rachna was running in his mind like a recorded tape, and as Farhan washed his hands, he looked at his face in the mirror, smiled again and said to himself… “Seriously, Being Nice Sucks..!”

A cold evening and it was getting dark, Desmond Hume was having a evening walk with his 6 year old daughter Lisa. It was a regular routine as a part of Desmond’s bonding time with his daughter They walked a little longer than usual today, and they walked all the way to a cricket stadium, as they walked in, through the tunnel to the ground. Desmond had a walk through his memories of this stadium, he could listen to the noise of the crowd, cool breeze flowing around his body, he could visualize yellow color everywhere, shining against the bright white flood lights. the lush green look of the field, and as mixture of colors would be, blue was the color of the opposition team. He walked through to the wicket in the middle and narrated his best performance ever, the day his daughter was born. Desmond had scored 176 runs and took 5 wickets of his bowling to seal a dominating win for his team against South Africa. It was a one man show against 11 men.

Desmond had been a integral part of the Australian Cricket team for about 15 years, He was an All rounder known for his power hitting and equally powerful Pace of his bowling. At his prime, He used to open both bowling and batting for his team. A player, who can dominate and sometimes scare the opposition easily. He was considered the best cricketer of the millennium and was even awarded many times for his excellent performances in all formats of the game, including the T20 format, which was relatively new for him. After a major back injury before 3 years, He was out of the team for a long time then his place in the team became a question.

At age 37, after being in and out of the team for 2 years now. Desmond decided to call it a day. He was set to Announce his retirement from all forms of cricket. The press meet was scheduled two days later, while Desmond who’s still contemplating the decision took his daughter to the stadium, he literally grew up his whole life.

He told his daughter “ Lisa, do you know, daddy is gonna stop playing cricket”. Lisa replied, “ why daddy? why are you stopping it, Kathy’s dad is still playing cricket..!”. Kathy’s dad was a younger member of his team, a emerging new wicket keeper. Desmond, not knowing how to explain to his daughter, did what he could in a simple way. “ See dear, every worker has to retire from his job at a point of time, i guess my time is now.” Lisa replies nonchalantly, “ but Kenny uncle is still working, he’s 55, but you are 37 only. why are you retiring so soon?”.

Desmond smiled at his daughter saying “ Uncle Kenny is a lawyer, his job doesn’t require to be young and energetic, Cricket does”. Lisa again replies “ but dad, you are young, energetic, smart and i know you still play really well”. Desmond bent down on his knees, held his daughter close and asked “ tell me, what should daddy do now” and Lisa smiled and replied “ daddy don’t quit, i want to tell my friends, that my dad plays great cricket, i don’t want to tell them that my dad quit cricket because he’s old”.

His Daughter’s emotions was very childish and immature, but still it made him think about his decision to quit. he sat on a bench of the gallery and was thinking about what to do.

His chances of being on the Australian national team was very slim, due to younger players, who perform much better than him. Even though he has experience on his side, there are other players on the team who are equally experienced and are now a integral part of the team, his injury time was a big blow as he lost touch of his skills and took a lot of time to get back to form. So Desmond was thinking of other options beyond the National team, such as coaching, commentary and cricket related business, but he was neither a good teacher nor a good talker, so coaching and commentary was out of question. Desmond’s heart was still yearning to play cricket, he was desperate to get into the field and play some quality cricket, he didn’t mind playing at any level. so he had an option of returning back to the first class cricket or may be the English county, since he had played for Yorkshire for a about 5 seasons in the past.

After about 2 hours of thinking and not able to decide anything, Desmond decided to walk back to his home with his daughter, on the way, He got a phone call. It was his manager on the other side, He said “ Desmond, listen to this, an excellent offer. Its from India, their Cricket board is fancying a T20 cricket league called the IPL or the Indian premier league. Its a lot of cricket and plenty of money for you mate. what do you say ?”

Desmond thought about it for 2 days and then went on to Announce his retirement from International cricket, but he signed a contract to play in the IPL. He was Auctioned the highest in the player action for a Whooping 2 Million Dollars to play in the Franchise Chennai Super Kings !

Desmond Didn’t know if he’d get to play Quality cricket in the league, but the money was very lucrative to give this a shot !

Nikhil had a Oceanic flight to Hyderabad, India. He was very early to the airport at 4 pm for a flight at 8 pm, so he had plenty of time to check in his luggage, get done with security clearance and also get the boarding pass. He also reached the terminal and was planning to pass the time reading a book for next two hours. He went to the nearest coffee shop to buy himself a hot chocolate, while standing in the line, he noticed someone familiar, two spots before him. a woman in her mid 20’s. He could see only her long black hair with curls at the ends, his eagerness increased as the line was moving and while she was at the counter getting her coffee, she turned back to reach for her purse. Time froze a second for Nikhil, that was someone whom he thought would never meet in his life again. Madhumitha aka Madhu, his Lost love and ex colleague.

Madhu had not noticed him standing in the same line. she just grabbed her coffee and went away. Nikhil stood there having a run down the Nostalgia. He had Loved this girl so much, but never told her how much she meant to him. His love died within him, since she got into a relationship with someone else. Even though, he convinced everyone around him that he’s moved on in this 2 years, he still thought about her sometimes and this moment rekindled all the old passion and desire in him.He wished she was single now.

He grabbed his coffee and went searching for her, just to get a glimpse of her from a distance, know where she’s flying to, who she’s with, and possibly talk with her. there were about 60 gates and for about 60 minutes, he went up and down searching for her and it was in vain. he quietly returned back to his gate lounge to try and relax. the boarding of the plane started and he went into the plane, now pretty calm and relaxed. he went walking down the aisle, trying to find J23. his seat. it was a pretty long distance. finally found his seat, put his cabin luggage safely and sat down in the seat. he relaxed and let his eyes rest for few minutes.

After sometime, he slowly opened his eyes to check out who was going to sit next to him. he literally gasped for breath with that sight,  as luck would have it, Madhu was his adjacent seat. Nikhil took a heavy breath and was about to say Hi, when Madhu saw him, got excited with a loud “heyyy… Nik” and gave him a hug, and started showering questions such as ‘where have you been’, “what are you doing these days’ and ‘why no contact’ etc… before he could complete answering for one set, she’d start asking another. it was the Madhu he knew, and loved. still the same, no changes…! he smiled to himself about his crazy search only to have her sit next to him on the plane.

the Flight took off and in moments they were up in the air and flying towards their destination. Nikhil and Madhu had lots to catch up and they talked a lot during the flight. he came to know a shocking truth that she was married and was heading to India to visit her husband who’s currently working in Microsoft, Hyderabad. Nikhil’s little dream of her being single got broken, still he was happy that he had a chance to meet her and spend 20 hrs on the flight with the woman he loves. both had their in-flight dinner and slept for a while, even in his dreams, she was haunting him and his urge to tell her the truth he’s been hiding for years was increasing by the minute.

about 6 hours into the journey and the flight was crossing the Atlantic ocean, towards Dubai. the plane was about to hit a large air pocket, it caused a slight disturbance. things started rumbling a little around them. the Pilot announced about the turbulence and asked everyone to have their seat belts on. Madhu was little nervous about the rumbling. she started to ramble herself about how flight travel is unsafe and Nikhil, with his usual awkward timing, reminded her about the TV series Lost, where the flight crashes into a island.  Madhu was slightly pissed off with his talks in a near panic situation.

the flight started having more heavier disturbances as it went through the air pocket. the whole plane was shaking like it was inside a cocktail mixer and the shaking and rumbling got heavier and heavier by time. people started panicking, cries and screams were heard everywhere. the oxygen masks popped down from the ceiling, Nikhil grabbed them, put on the mask for Madhu and then himself. Madhu was on verge of crying and Nikhil himself was very scared. his mind started racing, there was adrenaline rush in him and for a moment, he thought to himself, its a 99% chance that they would crash into the Atlantic, anytime now and if he’s going to die, the last thing he wished to do was confess his love to Madhu. tell her how much she was special and how deeply had he been in love with her.

Nikhil turned to Madhu, took his oxygen mask off, he said “ i wanted to tell this to you for 2 years, but never could do it. ever since i first met you in office, i liked you like crazy, i was in love with you very deeply, I love you so much, even before boarding the flight, i saw you at the coffee shop, went thro the entire terminal searching for you… hoping you’d be single now,  and i was very crazy in love that i even tried to sabotage your relationship with Vimal, remember the stripper issue. it was actually me who set it up, you broke up with him after that, i never got you in my life.” now, i think god has given me this final chance to let out my feelings that i have for you. I don’t care if you are married, I just want to be with you when i die.”

Madhu was shell shocked in fear of the turbulence and Nikhil’s mad speech, she never knew this guy was so much in love with her, she just held his hand in a state of shock. Nikhil pulled her close, removed her mask off and gave her a deep kiss, she was in a state of fear to even respond. she knew they were about to die, so she let him. they both kissed passionately for some moments, and then he kissed her again and again, as a show of his final moments of love.

This incident between them, changed things around them, there was a gradual decrease in turbulence, they hadn’t noticed. the pilot had successfully maneuvered the flight out of the deadly air pocket, the rambling and chaos was settling down slowly. the passengers were slowly out of their panic state, and the pilot announcement was made, which said “Extremely for the inconvenience, it was a very rough air pocket, but no worries, we are safe now”

the flight had become safe and sound now, but there was now an air of awkwardness and inconvenience surrounding Nikhil and Madhu. she was now out of her panic and stressed out mind, but couldn’t get herself out of this sudden situation with Nikhil, he had confessed his true love and kissed her with a lot of passion. but she also came to know about his sabotage work previously. Madhu had loved vimal so much, she felt he was the right one. his alleged fling with a stripper made her hate him so much, she broke up with him and to get over him, she got married. she was angry, confused and in terrible shock about what just happened in past 15 minutes.

Nikhil on the other hand, felt the same awkwardness, but in a good way, he finally got his feelings out and confessed his love to his beloved girl, his burden was reduced and he also got to kiss her, but also told her the truth.

The air of awkwardness surrounding them, stayed on for the rest of the journey, they couldn’t see each other in the eye and Nikhil requested change of seat and moved to another place. they didn’t talk a single word for rest of the flight. Finally, Truth was mighty shock for both, than the actual deadly turbulence.

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It was a cold Monday morning! Rahul was seriously thinking about the day ahead, while everyone else was half asleep and hardly listening to the lecture. Rahul’s thoughts got even deeper and he started scribbling something on a piece of paper. Once he was done scribbling he passed it on to the next bench adjacent to him, it was his best friend Anjana. She too was half asleep in the lecture almost with her head lying on the desk. When the note got to her, she opened it with her tired hands as slow as possible and read the note with droopy eyes.

The note had something unexpected; she raised her head immediately and turned to see Rahul. She had a bright surprised feeling on her face, as if she had been enlightened about something very absurd. The note read “Shall I propose my love to her today”. ‘Her’ in this place refers to Amritha, a bubbly little girl with short hair and sharp looks and she was Rahul’s love interest. It was initially a crush he had on her for quite some time because of his fetish for short haired girls, but he has been in love with her ever since, she held his hands for walking over a broken bridge, that incident developed his crush into a fully grown love.

It’s been about 1 year since these three people met in college and since then, Anjana and Rahul have been together all the time and are the best and thickest of friends. Rahul helped Anjana to get into the relationship she wanted and so now its Anjana’s turn to help him out.  So during the first break, Rahul and Anjana met to discuss the plans for what Rahul was supposed to be doing. The plan was simple. He was going to directly propose to her in the biochemistry lab where amritha and Anjana are lab partners and Anjana would move away when things happen. Rahul was tensed about rejection and consequences if she makes a big scene out of it, but Anjana gave him confidence, support and some pep talk saying, ‘she’s a girl and she knows another girl’s heart’ and also was sure that amritha would accept Rahul’s love. So the stage was set, things planned; only Rahul’s execution was left.

The biochemistry lab was a three hour long lab, and they were almost into the last hour. Rahul was yet to complete his work, while Anjana and amritha were done already and chatting within themselves. Anjana was giving Rahul, stares to get things done and come over. Finally Rahul finished his work, walked over to their bench, while Anjana moved away; he called Amritha and said ‘hey, I need to tell you something’. Amritha replied ‘  ya go ahead’. Rahul with a deep breath and heavy mind said “I love you”. Due to pressure, Rahul’s volume went down and amritha didn’t hear it properly, she just said ‘hey I couldn’t hear you’. He then gathered guts, got laid back, and said “I like you and love you a lot; do you like me”.

There was a moment’s pause; she froze there as if time had stopped. Rahul couldn’t decipher anything from her looks. So he looked at Anjana who was standing in one corner. Then amritha opened her mouth and said “I need sometime, shall I say it today evening after the classes are over”. Rahul didn’t know what to reply. He just stood there and nodded yes.

Rahul didn’t know what to do in the next 3 hrs. He was tensed like a father waiting for his child to be born, anxiety and fear was written all over him. He was starting to panic a little, Anjana again calmed him down saying ‘see when a girl says she needs time, she’d probably say yes’ ‘if she didn’t like you, she’d have bluntly rejected you right there’. Whatever advice was given to him, his restlessness continued, until it was 4 pm and classes got over.

Everyone in the class started leaving out; Amritha was missing as she had gone for a badminton practice during the last hour. Rahul’s tension increased thinking if amritha would have left after practice and forgot all about him. He requested Anjana to stay, but she refused bluntly telling him to take care of himself. He was sitting there in the empty classroom for 5 minutes, when he heard someone walking in the corridor and saw amritha come inside the classroom. He immediately stood up like he saw the principal walk in.

Amritha silently dropped her bag on the bench, walked towards Rahul and stood there for a moment. Looked him in the eye, she could see his tension on his face. She just put her foot forward and hugged him. She rests her face on his chest and said “I love you too”. Rahul’s heart started racing hard, and he didn’t know how to react, he hugged her back.

She raised her head up and asked ‘why is your heart beating so fast’. For which he replied, ‘it’s a mixture of happiness and anxiety’. Then she again hugged him tight, and he too hugged her back, and moved to side and fell down from his Bed. Rahul’s head broke the fall; he woke up from his sleep, the clock showed ‘Feb 14th 5:00 am’. He hit himself in his head, it was all a dream. All his happiness, tension, restlessness and everything he felt was just a dream.

It happened to be an early morning dream, and dreams at that time are supposed to come true. It’s a myth, but Rahul’s dream came true. All the things he imagined in his dream came true. Both Amritha and Rahul had a mutual crush on each other and the holding hands on the bridge sparked the love between them, both loved each other very much, but it was unspoken, finally Rahul spoke about it and she hugged him to accept his love.

It was the happiest “Valentine’s Day” for them.

Sivan was tying his shoe laces inside the dressing room, his hands were trembling with fear and anxiety. He could faintly hear the roars of the crowd in the galleries of the stadium. It was Olympics 2012 at London. the reason for the fear was Sivan’s historic run. Indeed, he’s run himself into history, becoming the first Indian ever to reach the finals of a 100m dash in Olympics.This Unexpected pressure mounted on him heavily and he felt like he was tied to a big rock and pushed to depth of the ocean.

Sivan is just a 19-year-old boy, born and raised in a small village near Chidambaram, Tamil nadu; due to his family’s poverty, he didn’t have a proper childhood with very little schooling and lot of labor. a local physical education instructor discovered his talent in athletics and motivated him to get trained in sprints. there were days where his running equipment was his bare feet and an old shorts, it was only his determination and talent that brought him to this world stage.

It was his first time in his life, wearing an expensive Adidas shoes. saved by him for such a special occasion like this. He walked out of his dressing room into the tunnel which leads out into the stadium, as he walked he could hear the roars of the crowd increase in decibel. Sivan walked out from the tunnel to enter a much scarier huge stadium filled with thousands of people chanting, shouting and routing for their nations. the lights flooded the entire stadium and it almost looked like a sunny afternoon.

To add to his pressure, the weather was cold and coming from a hot, dusty village in India,  he had not experienced much of London’s climate,he was shivering even with a sweater and a jacket over it that He was surprised on his achievement of qualifying for this finals in such a cold weather, He realized that the Determination and Desire to win, can take you a long way; and it was time for his final test of strength and will.

the names of the finalists of 100m dash was being called out and there was roar from every country’s audience when their athlete was announced. at last, the announcer said “ Position no.8, Sivan Santhakumaran from India.” Sivan ran from the bench to take the position, a Huge roar came from the crowd, it was like a thunder raging from the clouds. Sivan felt like the entire billion population was in the stadium cheering for him; his eyes had a slight drop of tears rolling down his cheek. as he looked at the other contestants. some of the world’s best runners and world record holders from USA, Germany, Jamaica, Kenya and Australia were his competitors.

He looked down, thought of god for a second and in a fraction, he heard the whistle go off. Sivan started running, his brain stopped working, it was all mechanical. he ran with all his strength and power and he could see only the blue ribbon on the end of the dash, he did not even think of looking to the sides on where his competitors were running. His legs started to ache and he could see victory was just 10 meters away, His vision started to blur, his ears went mute, he could not hear the crowd and as he ran towards the victory line, he tripped and fell down. his knees hit the floor first and then his body. he regained his senses, but didn’t want to open his eyes or hear anything, he thought he let down his dreams, his desire to win and most of all, his country and its people.he wished he would die right there, his fear of failure had swept over him.

Sivan, with the horrible thought of failure, just let free of his senses, he heard something familiar. It was his name, it was being chanted by the big Indian crowd at the stadium. he was shocked and surprised to hear it and he slowly opened his eyes to see the sight of his life, the blue ribbon.

Sivan had reached the finish line and had tripped to fall on the blue ribbon that he saw in  a distance. He had won, He had won it for India. the first ever gold medal in a 100m dash for the country. Sivan stood up on his feet, his knees were bleeding from the fall but he was in ecstasy and didn’t even feel the pain, and he looked up to see his coach and rest of the team running towards him to congratulate his victory and lifted him up in their shoulders and jumped around in rejoice. meanwhile, the announcer named him the winner and also announced his exceptional feat, A new Olympic record in this event.

Now, when Sivan looked up on the crowd, Thousands of lights were flashing every second, journalists and people were clicking away, the sporting history being made in front of their eyes.

Some minutes later, with all the commotion and exhilaration getting higher and higher, Sivan went to the center stage, to accept the Gold Medal. He was wrapped with the tricolor Indian flag around him and he graciously bent down for the medal to be worn to him and as he raised back, the medallion hit his chest with light force. It wasn’t the medal, he felt. it was his success, the sense of life’s ambition being achieved. he has made his family proud, and brought a place in history for himself and his nation.

A boy from somewhere in the world, was now known, Everywhere in the world.

It was a Rainy evening in the city of Mumbai. The rain was pouring down all day like a woman full of sorrow, like tears dropping down from the eyes. The sky was crying down rain. The streets were covered with water everywhere and there was no clue to people on roads, to find out if they were actually walking on land or in water. Every pothole and open drainage looked the same as the level land everywhere. Mumbai experiences these floods every year after year, cleansing itself in the process.

Late in the night, in a small street, hardly wide enough for a truck to pass through. The only light on the street came from a small house; awake in the house waiting for her husband to return from work was Bushra Ahmed. Her husband nehal salim Ahmed worked as a cab driver for a famous cab rental service. He earned sufficient enough for living a happy life in the small house he bought a year ago, with all his savings. Bushra and nehal are married for three years now; she was his childhood love, whom he married after a long fight with both sides of the family for approval of their love. They are still waiting for Allah to bless them with a child.

It was getting very late, Bushra had finished cooking a long time ago and was waiting for nehal to come home, so both would have dinner together . She was hungry, but still waited anxiously. At about 11 pm night, nehal came home from work. He entered home, removed his shoes and went to the bathroom. He then came out and drank a cup of water. Then saw Bushra sitting in a corner, she said to him ‘ what took you so long; I was waiting for you since 8 pm. Come, have dinner’. Nehal replied ‘sorry dear; I finished dinner with a friend at work, since it was getting late. You have your dinner now. Am very sorry for making you wait so long, anticipating my arrival’. Bushra on hearing this became a little sad and upset, but hunger made it seem nothing. So she sat down and started having dinner. Nehal sat next to her, and was serving food to her in spite of her pleading not to do so.

Nehal seemed very happy today, she had noticed it. She asked him. ‘You seem so happy, anything special’; something happened at work? ‘.  Nehal‘s face changed from happy to a hesitant expression. He said ‘nothing, I’ve got a good offer to take some foreigners around all around Mumbai, only to a certain areas and they’ve paid me a fairly high amount as advance’. ‘It’s pretty high than the usual amount given to me by regular customers’.  Bushra exclaimed ‘but don’t they need to pay the company. So why did they approach you directly’. Nehal had an immediate answer ‘well, this customer is through Rajesh, you know right, he’s been forcing me to work independently for a long time. He wants me to take customers in my car like this, and earn extra money. He understands our conditions really well’

Bushra still wasn’t satisfied, she still questioned him ‘so if why do these people want to pay you extra, and go only to some specific places. It sounds weird’. Nehal had a convincing answer too. he said to her  ‘ see Rajesh is clever, since they are foreigners, he’s made a god deal with extra profit, also for them it’s a very low amount of money in their currency’. Nehal was very excited about this profitable money making trip and he thought to himself, who would want to back off. So he convinced Bushra about the deal and both went to sleep after sometime of conversation.

Next day, nehal woke up early and started to clean his car which was parked in the corner of the street. He was fresh and excited about this day. He thought of it as a new start to his driving job. He started planning about leaving the cab company and becoming a free lance driver, if he could get customers like this. Nehal was working very hard to improve his status of life. So this money meant a step up in the ladder.

Bushra although on the other hand, was not feeling right about this offer. She was still skeptical and her instincts said something was going to be wrong. But also, she was happy to see the enthusiastic nehal cleaning his car and forgot her suspicions for her husband’s happiness. She made him a good breakfast and also packed his lunch for him. Nehal wore his best clothes and a big smile on his face. Bushra gave him a kiss to make the day even better. Nehal prayed to god before leaving, and thought “let my life be bright, Insha Allah”

FIVE MONTHS LATER… Month of December, 2008

Nehal soon quit the cab company and started driving independently. He had earned much more money than before; he also bought another car through finance. It was exciting times for them, since Bushra was 3 months pregnant and was showing initial symptoms like vomiting and nausea. Nehal was in cloud 9 with the current status of his life. His wish had come true. He still remembered fresh, his first free lance trip that gave way for all this growth.

One fine morning, the Police knocked on nehal’s house. As, Bushra opened the door, they barged in, saw nehal, then arrested him roughly. Both Bushra and nehal didn’t know what was happening, it was a nightmare in reality. The police dragged away nehal in the police jeep, as nehal was yelling and crying out for reason and answer from the police, who acted deaf to his cries. Bushra stood aside, watching this shocking incident and crying out loud trying to plead to the police. The police jeep then, vanished out of sight in sometime.

Bushra’s father took Bushra and nehal’s brother to the police station to enquire about why his son in law was arrested and treated so mercilessly. The answer was that ‘nehal was arrested under Anti-Terrorism act for aiding terrorist group involved in the 26/11 attacks in Mumbai’.

Nehal’s first trip as an independent driver, the group of so called foreigners was actually terrorists, planning their attack. Poor nehal didn’t know fate would overturn on him in such a way. He was shell shocked knowing about the group, he was now named a part of the group and their aide. And in the end, Tagged as a TERRORIST.

It was a cold December morning; Adam woke up with a dizzy feeling, as he punched the snooze button on his alarm clock, which was almost a death punch to the clock as it fell down his table. Sighing about the mistake, he reached out for the clock below the bed and picked and put it back on the table. He then stretched out a bit and rose from his bed, when he felt odd about something. He took a deeper look into the clock, stared at it for some moments as it showed in digital form 6:00 AM – THURS – 12/5. Adam felt it was just his early morning uneasiness from which he felt oddness. But as he was about to leave the room, he realized.

He had gone to sleep on Monday night around 11 pm last. He had been sleeping for two whole days. He then was shocked at realization, petrified of what has happened to him, he was confused, and wanted to know if the alarm clock was faulty or in fact, he had slept for 2 days, he started to search for his cell phone. His phone was his source of time, since he didn’t like to wear wrist watch. He continued to search for the phone, and as seconds passed, his search became frantic and fast, he seemed to panic. He then realized his cell phone was left out on the dining table after his dinner. He ran out of his room into the hall, and was pleased to see his phone there safe. He reached for it and opened his flip phone. It showed 15 missed calls in big block Red letters. Eager to check the time he saw the right corner of his phone display and was shocked again, since the Alarm clock was not faulty. It was him; he had slept for 2 whole days.

Adam felt embarrassed; He sat down in the nearby chair, as he went through the missed calls list. He was carried away in thoughts. The past year was a Catastrophe. He lost his father, his only relation in this world. Along with him, went his wealth and family business, as Adam did not have the intelligence or the experience to run the business, so it went in losses and soon became bankrupt. Without any proper qualifications, it was a hard time to find a new job elsewhere; everywhere he tried it was a big letdown for him. The Companies recognized his father’s achievements but looked down on him as a mistake they wouldn’t make consciously. Mean while, money was a big problem for him now, he was not able to spend much, to make things worse, his girlfriend of two years ‘Eva’ ditched him, citing many reasons, but he knew the real reason was the monetary security, which he wasn’t able to provide her.

Blow after Blow, made him weak both mentally and physically. He started smoking and drinking heavily, whenever he felt a slight tinge of sorrow and sometimes even drugs, when the sorrow was painful. He narrowed down his world and was sliding through the deep hole of depression. Mostly being inside his room, avoiding visitors, friends and even courier delivery boys. He was turning into a lonely bat in a deep dark cave.

The last time he went out was on Monday evening, to meet his only trusted friend ‘ted’. He was in a bar with him drinking his heart out talking about his tragic year he’s had till now. Then suddenly ‘Eva’ came to their table, sat beside ted with a beer bottle in her hand. Adam was surprised to see her after a long time since their breakup. He was quite drunk and the old love had got to his head and he reached out to hold her hand, to which she responded with a shrewd pull of her hand away from his, as if touched by a drop of sulfuric acid on it. He wasn’t surprised to see that, so he just chuckled away his grief. He was about to ask ‘Eva’ what she was doing here in the bar, but before he could open his mouth, Eva announced that she and ted were seeing each other and were engaged. Adam was furiously shocked, as he looked at them launch into a deep kiss, which disgusted him to see his most trusted friend kiss the girl he had slept with for about 2 years. Without saying a word or reacting to the actions, he left the place even before the kiss was finished. He then came back to his place threw away his phone on the table and went to bed.

Coming back to present day… as he was going through his phone’s missed calls he hadn’t taken for 2 days. He noticed 2 calls from ted, 5 from Ted’s sister and 8 from various unknown new numbers. Adam was still puzzled about his 48+ hour sleep. He was trying to remember what had happened. Why he had fallen into such a deep, almost dead sleep. Then he noticed some text messages in his phone from some of his friends, which all said the same thing “what happened to you, where are you? Did u see the news???” Adam was sure, something had happened in the past two days of his slumber. He immediately went over to the TV and turned it on. He put on the news channel and was waiting for the news; an Ad was playing on the channel. Adam walked over to the fridge to drink some water and touched the handle to open the fridge door and touched dried blood on the handle of the door, which had dropped from the handle down to the floor and had made 2 dried drops on the floor. Disturbed by the sight, he immediately moved backwards agitated in his steps, tripped over a coffee table and fell down on his back.

 He then rose astounded from the impact of the disturbing scene he has seen. His head turned towards the sound from the television, in which a reporter was describing a incident from a familiar place to Adam and said “ A double murder of a couple was committed by an unknown person in the early hours of Tuesday morning, the murder was supposed to have occurred around 3 am in the morning when the couple had been in an intimate moment in their bedroom, when the person entered the room with a knife and had stabbed both of them repeatedly in gore rage, leaving them fatally injured. The couple has been identified as “Eva Leigh” and “Theodor Walsh”, who were engaged and were to be married in two months”.

Adam in dazed condition looked repeatedly into the Blood on the handle and to the TV. He knew, he hadn’t been just sleeping for two days. He had murdered his ex girl friend and his best friend, in a violent rage. But he did not remember even a bit of the incident that had happened. He sulked to the ground, with his head, crying about what he had done, as a heavy pain went through his head. He blacked out…

His Alter ego appeared again… and he had a small smile on the corner of his lips, an evil grin followed the smile…!