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It was four am in the morning. My room was filled with a sharp chill. 'The air conditioner must have been blaring the entire night.' I thought. I turned around the bed to check the time, as I reached for the bedside lantern my hand passed through it. I tried to clasp my phone near the oak-wood table but again my hand passed right through it. I was bolt awake in horror. I fumbled down the bed and reached for the door but couldn't grasp it. Everything around me had turned into mist. I brought my hand closer to my cheeks. 'Whoosh!' it passed right through it. 'How is it possible?' I looked around the room. I could see myself sleeping peacefully as I was walking around the room. The quintessential question arose that had remained unanswered for a long time. Who am I? The one without form or the one with shape sleeping peacefully on the bed? Who am I at the authentic core? And How would I know? Where should I go? What should I do? I sat there on the floor n

The scooter was wobbling around with the wind. A ferocious storm was moving across the town. I could see mothers taking their children to the safety of their houses. People running away from the trees, the disruption was massive. The disaster management team was out there on the roads helping people to safe zones. The raindrops splashing on the helmet made it even worse. Thunderbolts hurtled across the skies. I was going at around forty kilometers per hour. A kid was running across the road, and I took a sharp turn to save him and slammed into a tree. I banged my head on the tree and everything blanked out. I woke up and saw a cracked helmet, and found myself lying in pool of water. I could see rain pouring down heavily and winds blowing faster than normal. People running for cover. I was sitting beside a fallen trunk of the tree and could see a tumbled scooter. I got up and started walking not knowing where I was going. I heard a voice from behind. I turned back. It was Bethany.

It was a typical sunday morning. Sluggish, slow and comforting. I got out of my bed and went to the beach to have my brunch and read my favourite book. “Turn your magic on to me she would say...” the music player played on Adventure of Lifetime as I was leafing through the pages. Reading the book under the shed of the palm tree I felt asleep only to be woken up by a strange looking man. “Nice pirate outfit.” I thought as the man kept coming closer towards me. The person, draped in pirate clothes yelled, “I have a treasure map and I need your help. Are you in?” I was surprised by the pirate’s quest and wanted to see where the map leads him. I studied the map carefully and saw that the map lead to a small island a few miles away from Cape town. We were set  head north towards the Robben Island. It is a UNESCO world heritage site and is place of great historic importance as Nelson Mandela was once imprisoned over here before the fall of Apartheid. Sun was blazing all guns as we got

I had bought a pair of formal shirts and a tie. I was getting ready for the interview. I was eager to attend this interview as I really wanted to work at this startup. The work was just the way I like around people who cared for ideas, and along the way, I could write and explore new places. I booked a cab and hurried for the interview. The cab stopped near cometbucks. ‘The startup was pretty cool to keep an interview at the cafe’ I thought. I entered the cafe to find it empty and the cafe had a feeling of emptiness attached to it. The trademark smell of brewing coffee was amiss and as if it had been closed for a while. I moved across the cafe and entered the family area. But it was empty too. But it had two doors one was orange and the other green. I was at the crossroads and had to make a decision quickly. I closed my eyes and shrugged off the feeling of dread as I entered the door. The decisions you make lead you to circumstances that you never dreamt of dreaming. In front of

Dusting off the haversack that I got off the almirah. I took out my hunter shoes, torch for the dark climb, packed a few cakes, crisps and lots of water for the trek. I was up and ready to climb Sarasgadh. It has four pinnacles and was used as a watchtower for the surrounding region. The base village is Pali one of the eight destinations of Ashtvinayak Mahaganapati. It has a beautiful and magnificent temple of the elephant-headed god lovingly known as Ballaleshwar. Gazing past the window of the train I could see the moon in its full bloom. ‘I won’t be needing a torch’ I thought. It was my ninth trek and fourth trek with Aberrant Wanderers. It's always a great experience traveling with ABW. I was heading towards Vashi and from there we had decided to travel by road towards Pali. Pranav was boarding the train from Rabale. Sanket, Founder of ABW, had brought his car all the way to Vashi along with Nikhil. He was leading the trek for the night. It was a crisp drive from Vashi to

“Hi, you have been awarded the best dancer for the year. Please come down and collect your award.” The receptionist said. “It’s eleven ‘o clock in the night and I know this is a prank call,” John said. “Mr. John do you think as a receptionist of the hotel I might be fooling around at eleven in the night, please come down immediately and collect the prize.” The receptionist said. “Bro, let’s go down and get the prize I have been selected as the best dancer,” said John. “That’s great,” Tim said. “Let’s go!” Jim said. “Dude that was a neat trick!” Ron said. “You’re a game bro,” Niel said. “I want to John’ reaction when he sees an empty reception as his gift,” Ron said. “Let’ go downstairs,” Kim said. We hurried downstairs to find the troika of John, Tim, and Jim. “But He said He would be right here and would give me the present,” John said ruing the fact that he was fooled. “What are you doing here?” Tim asked. “We are going to buy some crocin for Niel,” I said. “He is not keeping w