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Thrills of a lost time


A board that says ‘Welcome Food and Drinks’ is all that talks on this road. The lonely souls seemed indifferent to the lively animal herds around. The heat is hot as hell, leaving no room for the last conversationers to grab a sight of the outside world. Leaves tired of hanging out by themselves take their last walks along the road.  Water, too sick of taken advantage of, ran away on the last flight to Gjbesis . What can one think of as ‘adventure’ in a land where time stands still and fine print reads aloud?
For all who know nothing about the dawn, the dusk becomes a mystery, to these the town had no one along, none to pass. Only one of them still had the capability of standing against the mighty giant who took down even the best (or worst) narcissists of their time. I came to know of a Miser, the one who had some good deeds. He had the most valuable possession and refused to part with it.  
All excited, I opened the box of idles, something he hadn’t touched in a while. A warning wasn’t good enough for me, it had become like the Jeannie’s bottle which I had to rub for my wishes, or the forbidden fruit that I wanted as bad as one could live. All the talks, all the sermons, vanished.
The Miser’s laugh was one that I recognized. He knew I was falling for the bait. I could lose myself and be one of the Godforsaken punch shots! Little did he know the consequences of that happening.
I grew up listening to all the miracles performed by our forefathers and witnessed by our story tellers. And yet, I could not pull the courage to make one myself. This act would now change my life forever, and hundreds of the soullesses, perhaps. The heat was building up the non-chalant ambience. None moved, none cared.
Moving on, I gracefully pulled out the knife from my jacket pocket, a fancy one at that. Lifted the Miser and pushed him out of the door. Locking it from the inside, I took the longest walk of my life, from the door to the box. This was a point of no return. It was moments before the box burst open with stars and flying ribbons and what not!  I had busted open the box of happiness, the box of joy! 
The sun was too bright even today. Just the same as the miracle day, I smiled to myself. The town seemed oblivious, happy though. My water was boiling and I could not spend one more evening listening to the Miser. 

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