Reaching and stretching to clasp it. He, or she, is just a thought that tumbles through the mind of God, and into the minds of lesser animals. This all makes sense if you read my book. My book is about the thoughts that tumble through the very mind of God, and how the lesser animals are totally perplexed by them. Except for this one (a Chihuahua no less). For some reason - maybe it was his genes - he understands them, and his life is totally ruined because of it. He is a freak amongst dogs. He is cast out. He is... he is "the one who knows the thoughts of God." Knowing God made him freaky. A freaky little dog with a dynamic leash, and a tendency to deconstruct conjunctions when he reads them. Oh yeah, he can read as well. His name is Tony. He likes to scratch his ears and fetch sticks. When the thoughts of God first tumbled upon him, they knocked him over and he tumbled into a pond. He came out, shook water all over the place, sniffed himself, and felt different... smarter... more in touch with reality. The thoughts of God will do that to you.
So Ross comes back to his old office after a year. Things have'nt changed much since he left. Except for the water body beside "Cafe Coffee Day". It now has some fishes swimming in it. A live aquarium sort of. Something more valuable is meeting with his old friends, one from college and one from school. His real good buddies, they are! From times of passing exams together, to days of buying that first adult cd! Fond memories are everywhere in Ross's mind ! Raj staying very close to this new office, is bringing back some fond memories to Ross. Days when they used to spend a lot of time playing Fifa 2006 in Raj's computer. It was one of those times, when life had so less to worry, and more to fun. Also the days when they used to explore different unknown places in their silent peaceful hometown. Again, Ross feels like going to Raj's place. Maybe they can play computer games once again! Although these days both of them are working as software engineers, but the question is, will it still be possible? Why not? Well, there has been some turbulent times in their friendship and they are like seeing each other after a break of around 7-8 years. In between, they have been in touch, but there was some resistance in their hearts. So what happened to them? Maybe a look back in time could help!
My day is already rolling before I fully awake. I drag myself to the place, with slippers on my feet and bed hair over my face. The police officer asks me if everything is alright, and I put my hands in the pockets of my robe and stretch my arms as I shrug, "Everything's just fine, sir." There is a curious window on the other side of a shrub that I manage to bring myself to. It is a beautiful little window, far more ornate than one would expect on such a drab building. I step on the bucket and pull my eyes up to the ledge of the sill. When my eyes gain focus through the glass I see things that I was not meant to see. Things I can't un-see. And those in the scene that I have seen see me seeing them and they run for a door. I jump down and dash to the shrub, throwing myself haphazardly over the top and landing on a row of trash cans. I pull myself up from my wreck, and walk casual. "It appears I've lost a slipper," I whisper as I walk, with an eye tracking my bare foot. The officer sees me again and says "are you sure you're okay?" I nod with exaggeration and say, "Yes, I'm fine," and to put his mind at ease, "I'm a writer."
Is there anything better than art?! I think of every single form of art, not only the art as we define the artist's work. Art is loving somebody, art is picking up your childrens from school, art is crying, cooking, swimming, i could continue to infinity.. But the best way of art is the nature. It does amazing things... Have you noticed the autumn colors... how does it do it... it's almost supernatural, incredibly beautiful... incredibly silent .. incredibly calm...
He was a handsome man. A gentleman. Everywhere he went, every girl he met, liked him... in the right way. They weren't crazy about him, they just wanted him by their side. Or at least someone like him. Most of them thought that he was out of their league... But he didn't like anybody.. He felt like he was supposed to be with someone special who was to arrive soon. He didn't know he already knew such a lady, but had never seen her after his childhood until that day..
He went at work,as always. Said bye to his dog, locked the door three times, said hello to the old lady living next door, who was always kind to him, and he felt sorry about her, sick and lonely as her children had left and che couldn't go anywhere by herself.