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The Ten Seconds Miracle
Tick tock tock says the clock...the nursery rhyme has a lesson for everyone, so is a sand clock with its slim waist and sand moving softly from one chamber to another, though appears so insignificant gives us a serious subtle lesson about the ephemeral time. Often one hears “ just give me a second, wait a second ...” if a ‘Second’ is equal to a thousand milliseconds and has the power to make anyone pause, ten seconds in terms of milliseconds is a very big time. The blue coloured bus started with an old engine carried its group of ten passengers from the senior citizens home for an outing to ...
City of Sanctuary
A.D 2049Day 1Beep! Beep! Beep! I raise my lifeless hand to silence the alarm on my phone. It thumps around the nightstand for some time before reaching its mark. Turning on my ancient iPhone requires several taps, and once it turns on, I check the WCM (World Coronavirus Map). Blobs of red dot the map, but a marker-which marks my location-in the middle of a clearing brightens up my face. “Excellent,” I mutter. No new cases nearby. I head on downstairs, feeling privileged to be alive for another day. The rest of the family is already there by the time I get down. I pull a bowl of cereal towards...
Taking the Tablet
“Honestly, Sheila, once you’re used to it – and it will take no time at all – you’ll wonder how you ever managed without it,” said Frances. Sheila was suitably grateful – on the surface. But why couldn’t people realise that when you said you wanted a book, or perhaps even a book token, that was what you wanted. Not some piece of rectangular black plastic. And she still thought of a tablet as what you took when you got a headache (which might not be too far distant if Frances carried on enthusing at full tilt) or perhaps what you put in your washing machine, though Sheila was much inclined to p...
The Interior Wall
If the brick wall could say anything to the being that insisted on scratching marks into its length, it would note that the being was hindering the wall’s capability to do what it did best: stand in one place. It would comment that although thwww.onedoor.cce marks’ effects were almost inconsequential to the wall’s constitution, that the scratches provided several, nay, three hundred and twenty seven malicious opportunities for decay, which was potentially a serious threat to the wall’s primary function. But it was a wall, so it weathered the marks like it did the harsh wind and biting hail, the blazing sun ...