“Why do you always stop here” questioned
Varun.
“I feel magic in this
place, may be my past is calling me here to complete some unfinished work”Harsha answered, gazing at old shut garage.
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| Source - Friday Fictioners |
“Is
it? Calling from last birth; I don’t believe in such things” irritated Varun
winked and gave vocational courses entrance form to him.
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| Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck |
Harsha promptly selected spare part
handling course, “Yes, this is my destination; no job is small, if done
professionally”.
Sometimes we don’t need a plan to
execute things they just happen, thought Varun shaking hands with Harsha, the
largest spare part dealer.
Linking with Five Sentence Fiction - Irritation, Friday Fictioneres, Magpie Tales #247, Two Shoe Tuesday - Want, Need & Indispire Edition#40
@Sonal
Nice story with past calling. Last line has a message.
ReplyDeleteWas looking for the Snowstorm connection :)
Anita, as Snowstorm leaves things disturbed, past intuitions also keeps us on edge every now and then.
DeleteThanks for pondering over story :)
Nice take :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Saurabh...Keep Visiting.
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