ROASTED HILL

Few friends are in the restaurant and the attire is focussed on a racing helmet. These are eating a roasted masala dosa with a peice of butter on it which is an Indian cuisine and the people are watching them put the helmet on the head of the smallest person in height.

These people have come to prank their friend on his birthday and the Indian person has suggested the Indian restaurant for the gathering and the racing helmet is on the person who has paid for the bill.

With tear-full eyes of the friendship, people stand up and clap while they leave and the friends change their mind and announce that they will meet at the forest!

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BUTTERFLY, CRICKET AND WATCH.

In the beach, the cricket was hopping thinking of the butterfly that was making its’ way to the flower. The flower has a drop of water, and, the cricket hops to the stone. The stones were laid by a kid of may be 10 years and the waves were to change the design in a while. So, i walked to the waves and the surfer was looking to be keen on reaching the boat far way, though the boat was reaching through the shine to the beach. With arms wide open, I took a deep breath and the cricket was making sounds in my mind.

I realized it was a cricket in the night which was waiting to meet the butterfly to have a meal together. Now that the day is sunny the hopping cricket was on top of a goat and the goat was keen on talking to the chicken! The watch showed me the time and the pendulum ticking in my mind took me back to my senses to remind me to meet my friend to eat my lunch for a relaxing afternoon.

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The mountain of illusions

Searching for my watch, my pet dog, types on my computer. My research for nano-technology opens up and also technology of digital printing and painting.

The camera of my computer takes a photograph of the dog and the printer prints one model. My dog runs to the mirror and looks at the model again.

I am angry at the dog and instead of again, i scream sunglasses. The dog goes to the sunglasses and runs back to the model again in panic. Manic is the moment!

The robot who fetches my coffee brings me my new mouse and i wake up to look with a thought of the darkness of the night. Blinking to the daylight, i choose to forget the glimpse and i make my move to the mountains as i get an email of a scenic sunrise at the mountain.

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Taming the horses

In the bedroom, the curtains were in the colour of my summer wear and the sunglasses were asking the shaver to get to work.

The windows were with the sunlight and the sounds were of humour.

The faces were in my imaginations and the conversations were being made.

The fruits on the trees had become gifts with new colours and the topping on this ice-cream was the moonlight of yesterday hovering my memory.

Suddenly, astonished about the Sunday, the call was for the sport of taming the wild horses in the television.

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Flowering with a black shirt

A black shirt in the meeting for a new project, and, a tie of pink colour after few days before Christmas, to make me nervous of the tie worn by mistake, reminded me the newest possible to speak and come out perfect with a dream of an eagle in my shoulder.

Thinking deep into the memory, the musical instrument was bagpiper and the tunes were on top of each other, with the next being the shoes to be checked.

The stranger was the flower in the ears, to add the garden.

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Watering the lamp

A pendulum in the living room at home was ticking my mind to contact my friend for a game of cuesports, snooker. Quite focused in the morning, after the breakfast, playing the first shot, timing a thought, tangy lemon on grilled chicken to flavour the tongue with nourishing hunger then after, the flowing water was electric for visions positive for travel to the woods with bricks of fire in the night. Anyways, precisely, then after, the moonlight strung the leaves to stare at me to realize the joke he had put in a week back and the wasp was buzzing the heat of the feeding, and it was a score.

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Speaking clouds

The clouds had clouded to scream to remind me to shop for the evening buffet at home for my friends.

Friends were home and the ceiling was vibrating new music, the pillars were made for the lady voice and screams to add to the music with tomato to be explored.

The drive was in the whispers and the carpets were made for the race to go to the forest.

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The mountain of illusions

Searching for my watch, my pet dog, types on my computer. My research for nano-technology opens up and also technology of digital printing and painting.

The camera of my computer takes a photograph of the dog and the printer prints one model. My dog runs to the mirror and looks at the model again.

I am angry at the dog and instead of again, i scream sunglasses. The dog goes to the sunglasses and runs back to the model again in panic. Manic is the moment!

The robot who fetches my coffee brings me my new mouse and i wake up to look with a thought of the darkness of the night. Blinking to the daylight, i choose to forget the glimpse and i make my move to the mountains as i get an email of a scenic sunrise at the mountain.

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Exploring the capital.

Everyone is watching me and I am new to the city, the capital of our country.

The people are advanced and advancing to speak to me. My hair is curling and I do not know to converse. Things are new and rare to my imaginations and comedy is on running in my mind. 

Nervous, I share my experience of reaching the city and the man welcomes me to the place.

With new clothes witnessed, people are witnessing new clothes with me.

Caution of the belongings, a man takes my suitcase and runs and I shout and he stops and gives it back to me and apologizes and takes his way ahead.

The comedy movies are real here, says a person to me. Belonging from a small town, I wonder his imagination. Visualizing to respond with respect to his time, I replied, the note book is in the bag with stories for your travel. The man laughs and leaves.

Another man, hearing the conversation, say the breeze is a funny joke. My reply goes with noting the gesture.

I leave the location and people are using something on me. I ask about it, and they say it is a camera for a memory. Sweet about their trophy, I leave with the adventure in my nostalgia.

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