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Life, Universe and Everything

One fine day I woke up snugly wrapped in my blanket it was a crisp winter morning, the skyline was left illuminated by the predawn light. The chirping of birds echoed through the silence. I could see a strange white light emanating from the distant woods. I went closer and wiped the mist-laden window and the sight of it left me bewildered. I decided to find the source of this strange light.

I started walking towards the woods, the weather was bone chilling. With each step, my curiosity was ever increasing. The woods were engulfed by the morning fog and I could barely see anything beyond twenty feet. White light was distinctly visible in the dense fog. I kept walking towards the light and it seemed to get brighter with every step. My heart was beating faster than usual, I was taking strides longer than usual and then suddenly I started running. I closed my eyes as the halo was too bright. The moment was magical my eyes were closed yet I could feel the aura. Slowly as I opened my eyes I could see beautiful flowers bloomed beside the stream of water coming down the valley and running into the woods. As I turned across I could see an angel floating in the air. I was mesmerized by her grace.

 “Who are you?” I asked. “I am an angel, I can fulfill your three wishes,” she said. “I want to know What’s the meaning of life, universe, and everything?” I asked expectantly. “It’s forty-two!” She said. “What does that mean?” I said confused. “It means its all on you...”She said with a smile. “I don’t understand, wait I need to understand”. She was saying something but her words couldn’t be heard, I was being pulled by a strange force I could hear voices echoing into my ear everything was a complete slur. I strained my eyes and walked towards her but something kept pulling me. The strange voice got prominent. “Wake up! wake up! wake up!” I was back to my senses to find myself in my room and being pulled by the arm by Manav. “Man you were sleeping by the desk this entire morning,” Manav said with a concerned look. Then I realized I dozed off solving the puzzle “Life, Universe and Everything....”

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