Nostalgia

I miss the evening rains,

the joy that erupts as the 3 PM Bell rings.

I miss those days when I used to travel by trains.

I feel nostalgic, as if it's something hard to believe.

I miss those days when we return home soaking wet,

The happy classes and the fun we have after.

The happy shouts that we hear as the rain hits the ground

is something to happily feel nostalgic for.

I miss those funny moments,

when the teacher tries to hush the class,

as soon as she says,

'Who's going to read the next paragraph?'

I feel so sad,

that it makes me cry while writing this,

but this too shall pass,

for nothing in here is permanent.

-Sindhu sree

Detective Laura belle : The clueless criminal part 2

Part 2

“Hey! We would like to meet the newly hired policeman,” asked Mandy to the inspector. “Sure, please give me some time. He is a little busy now,” said the inspector and then asked the detective to see him. “Hey, I’m Laura Belle and this is my friend Mandy Brown and we both are detectives. So, Mr. Phillipe told me to seek help from you for his mother’s death and also….” Laura paused when Collin interrupted her. 

“No more talks. Now get to work. I need the forensic reports ASAP and also the doctor reports. Make sure you ask every single person who were connected to Mr. Phillipe’s mother. Go!” shouted Collin in a very high-pitched voice. “Oh my god, he is so rude. I have never seen a strict-police like him,” Mandy said with a sigh. “Never mind Mandy, we will soon show him our girl power,” said Laura in a cheerful manner.

***

“According to the reports, the victim was in a good condition but someone has tried to stop her breath,” said the doctor in a sad manner.

 

Soon they collected the reports from the doctor and went to the crime scene. Laura and Mandy saw the few important evidence. The killer must be a handicap as the foot prints on the dirty floor clearly identified that the killer’s right foot is broken. The killer must be very familiar to the victim.

 

“There are 2 females in Mr. Phillips’s house. This is Helen Andrews, age 10, only daughter of Mr. Phillipe. And this is Kathrine Andrews, age 37, wife of Mr. Phillipe. These are their maids. And that is all we have here ma’am,” said Mr. Phillipe’s assistant. “Okay thanks to you, have a good day,” said Laura with a sigh. And then they questioned everyone in the house. “Mrs. Andrews, I want to ask you something. The thing is how are you related to your MIL? (mother-in-law)” asked Mandy in a suspicious tone. “Me? Yeah, I am literally like her daughter. And.…” she started to think and paused her dialogue when Laura interrupted. “Get to the point, ma’am. When did you see your MIL for the last time? What did she look like?” Laura started to raise her voice. “Well, the last time I saw her was when I went to give her medicine. That is all,” Mr. Andrews started to stammer. “Okay ma’am, we will call you whenever we have time. You may leave now,” said Mandy.

 

After a week, Laura and Mandy had an evidence. According to the reports, the killer who killed Mr. Phillipe’s mother was Mrs. Andrews. “Hey Laura, I just got a new evidence, just have a look at it. I have found a gold-specs in Mr. Phillipe’s bedroom. We have to give it for checking,” Mandy said in happiness. The truth was, it was not Mrs. Andrew’s gold specs. It was her MIL’s.

***

“If you confess, you will be in jail just for 15 year. And if you don’t, you will be there for 30 years,” Laura said in a soft manner. “What?! How can I kill my mother-in-law? It’s unbelievable, just let me out. I have to go.” Mrs. Andrews started to stammer. “You’re surprised, huh? I had a very close eye on you, ma’am. When we were checking your house, I found this artificial leg outside your house, in the garbage. I always seen you wearing heels which has a raise on the right side than the left. So, it would be easy for you to walk. And the confusing part is, who wears heels for walking in the house? It’s funny, really funny. And now, you have to confess. It clearly shows that you are the murderer and you will suffer in jail for 30 years and also for an extra 5 years to learn how to control yourself.” Mandy could not control herself and all of a sudden took her gun and tried to shoot Mrs. Andrews.

 

Laura tried to stop her and then Mrs. Andrews finally confessed. “I killed her because, she had troubled me a lot. She always used to compare me with others. I’m a drawing artist. But I retired just for her to take care of her. But she always irritated me. On one day, I could not control myself. I was literally in a depression. So, when she was sleeping, I took a pillow and you know what happened next. I am the one who killed my mother-in-law.”

 

Soon, they called Collin to tell the reason. Then, he took out his handcuffs and she was sent to the jail. Mr. Phillipe was heartbroken when he heard this from Laura and Mandy. Mrs. Andrews will suffer in jail for 40 years for murdering a senior citizen. Soon Laura and Mandy became deputies in the States. They were known as the youngest detectives in the U.S.A and soon they will solve another case with another great mystery.

 

     

                  The End

-        Anjana Ganesh

     

 

 

 

Detective Laura bell

 

 

 

Detective Laura Belle: The clueless criminal

Part 1

Characters:

Laura Belle: The detective.

Mandy Brown: An assistant detective for Laura Belle.

Mr. Phillipe Andrews: The lawyer and also the son the victim.

Mrs. Andrews: Also known as Kathrine Andrews, the wife of Mr. Phillipe.

Collin Hills: Newly hired policeman for the crime department.

 

 

 

 

The moment Mr. Adam Reynold was fired from the crime department in Washington, a well-mannered police officer was hired. His name was Collin Hills. He was youthful in age and a very dedicated policeman.

Now talking about our detective: She has become a young detective in the city and has appeared in newspapers, reality shows, and was an outstanding student in her college. This made her very proud. Now about our assistant detective: She has also appeared in the newspapers and was also an outstanding student in her college.

 

“Sir, a 30-year-old lady wants to talk to you about something, can I ask her to come?” The security asked. “No, first ask the cop to collect the details from her and make sure he asks everything. Do not let anyone come in as I will be a little busy talking to a lawyer. And also, I want a cappuccino ASAP,” Collin said and in a gentle way.

***

“So, Laura, how are you prepared for the exam? I’m so tensed and I am also really scared,” Mandy said with a sigh. “Don’t be scared we will do our best. And I’m also a little scared. Okay see you tomorrow,” said Laura in a positive way and left her college.

Days passed and the big day had come. Yes, it was their criminology exams. “All the best, my young detectives. I bet you will ace it! Do your very best. May the Lord be with you,” said Mr. Phillipe Andrews. “Thank you, sir. Your wishes mean a lot to us,” said Laura and Mandy in a thankful manner. They entered the examination hall and started writing. After a week, their result had arrived. They had passed their examination. Everyone was so happy for them.

***

 30.09.2020 was Laura’s and Mandy’s farewell party. “Those years were so fast and we cannot believe it ourselves that you students have crossed the big task. We all bless you for a great life ahead,” said the principal of the college. “Oh my god, Laura, our dreams have come true. My life has become awesome! It feels like 7^th heaven,” said Mandy in tears. “Don’t just be emotional, honey. We have aced our exam just like how Mr. Phillipe said. But wait a minute. Where is he?” Laura stood perplexed. “Yes, where is he? He is supposed be here. He is the chief guest. What happened?” Mandy felt disturbed. All of a sudden, the principal ordered everyone to go home. Everyone agreed and left without another word, but Laura and Mandy just waited for everyone to leave.

“What is the issue? What happened, ma’am?” they both asked in a curious way. “Well, Mr. Andrew’s mother j…. just died b…. because of….” the college principal was in tears and stammered. “What happened to his mother?” they both asked without compromising. “Okay, she died because of her lung cancer.” The principal lost her patience and started crying aloud. “Wait what?!” Both of them popped out their eyes in suprasegment.  “No, no, no, no. please don’t cry, ma’am. Here, drink some water and get up. Let’s get inside the staff room,” Laura said in a genuine way. Mandy left for Mr. Phillipe’s house.

“Mrs. Andrews, are you okay? Where is Mr. Phillipe? How is he doing now?” Mandy asked anxiously. “Mandy, I’m okay. Phillipe is in the right side of the dining room,” said Mrs. Andrews in a sad manner. She is Mr. Phillipe’s wife. “Okay ma’am, stay right here. Don’t panic as I’m here. Take care of your kid,” said Mandy and dropped her keys at the moment she saw Mr. Phillipe. He was crying in an eccentric way. Throwing the things which were coming to his hands.

 

Mandy tried stopping Mr. Phillipe but in desperation, he could not control himself. “Mandy, move! Or I’ll hurt you by mistake. She is so young to die. Is 67, an age to die? Without her, I am a loser. She was also a person who made me to complete the past 90 cases in success. What am I going to do without her!?” Mr. Phillipe cried aloud and literally tried to bang himself against the wall. Mandy tried her best to stop him from crying. The moment Mr. Phillipe stopped crying, he slept beside his mother. Mandy left home.

***

The next day, Laura called Mandy. “Hey, so, what happened? Is he doing good?” asked Laura in grief.

 

“Well, I think he is doing good. But I pity him. People are saying that his mother died because of lung cancer but I’m not sure of it. She did not die on her own. Someone has tried to kill her,” said Mandy in a spooky tone. “Wait what?! Mandy, can’t you ever be serious? This is not the time to joke. So, okay. Can we see him now? What do you say?” Laura did not believe Mandy. “You wait and see. Even the doctors will say this to you. So come on, let’s go,” said Mandy stubbornly and they were off to Mr. Phillipe’s house. Mr. Phillipe’s eyes were red and was swollen.

 

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir. We did not expect this for her. The truth is, she did not die on her own. Someone had tried to arrest her breath. Someone has tried to kill your mother,” the doctor declared.

 

The moment Laura heard this; she literally opened her mouth. But for Mr. Phillipe, it was so hard for him to digest. Then he walked back to Laura and Mandy and said, “thanks for coming, detectives. Please do me a favor. Find that person who killed my mother. I have appointed a policeman for this case. He will help you both. Now go to work or else I will throw this on your head.” Suddenly he started shouting and began to throw everything. The beautiful house was then filled with broken pieces of glass, wood, torn cotton pillows and dresses. Scared Mandy and Laura ran out of his house. “See, I told you. Someone has killed her,” said Mandy like she had won a lucky draw.

 

“Fine you win. Now let’s start our investigation. At first, we will go to the crime department to see our new policeman,” said Laura in a cheerful way. They were off to the crime department.

 

To be continued…

***

-         Anjana Ganesh

 

EPIPHANY

✨EPIPHANY✨

Life is a karma,

A fragile one

That a single deed could change everything that we took for granted.  

 

From tantrum to silence

A brief journey to prove an individual.

Our actions define us.

Our actions withhold us in history

As an everlasting memory!

Cheers to the ones who are with us. 

Toast to the ones whom we lost on our way and 

Always Hail high to the marvellous you.

 

 

Life is too good to be true on what we choose to remember.

Be the moon and inspire people even when you are far from full.

So, live your life and leave with no regrets

 

If 

All goes wrong,

Just hold on, darling.

As the sun goes down,

It has to come back up.

At the end of the day,

What matters is 

That you gave up or kept going?

 

 

I hear the ocean far away

Through rocky terrains and gloomy woods

Across my dreams 

Which I’m yet to cross.

 

A new hope,

A new life,

An epiphany!

 

Happy New year – 2021 

-B.Nikitha

 

 

A Nomad In The Drabbles Of Love

 Lingering here and there, lost in the deep, bittersweet woods of past,

Once an idyllic garden, adorned with bright orange and violet blossoms, 

With each of its petal, reminiscing our treasured memories,

The balmy, breeze whispering your name in my ears,

The skies radiated a crimson and turquoise hue ,

Embellished with strips of gold ,

Embraced and wrapped me firmly,

Reflecting your ways,

The puffy,white clouds embossed your image in her,

As each raindrop kissed my skin, my heart frantically searched for you,

The spillways babbled our tales of love.

Slowly the moisture seeped into, trying to find the missing part of you in me,

Gradually I regained my consciousness, 

Hard hit by the reality,

All of a sudden, everything eluded,

Our picturesque landscape,

Transformed now into a dreadful abyss,

A scent of nostalgia surrounded me,

Gust of winds howled our old talks, as it rattled along the labyrinths of our love,

The black-tinted, ragged clouds waiting to pour down a millions of WHY,

Acid drops charred my skin with scalds of HOW,

Ugly scabs and scars became my bling,

Red-violet blisters scorched my wounded flesh,

Deep from my veins, pangs of lonliness devoured me,

Into a deafening silence,

My subconscious voiced out for help,

Streaks of lightning flashed your face,

Thunder strode along furiously, 

Shattering my soul into chunks,

Inflicting the slightest hopes,

As the sun slowly bid adieu, my spirits raged in search of light,

Drenched in emotional turbulence, 

Yearning for you to rescue me.

Nothing but your magical touch could alleviate my aching soul,

Your cheeky voice can cure the numbness prevailing in me,

My love! Come back to me,

Even if we're gone astray for a millennium,

My love for you would still reign the horizons,

My dear! Break the barriers,

You and me are are meant to be one,

Beyond every collapse and creation and ruin and rebirth,

We stay knitted like the twines of quilt.

Wake up from hesitation and contemplation of the future, 

Here I am, just where you left me,

Longing for you to revive me,

From these narrow chasms of seclusion,

Together, let us,

Bring back the lost serenity and tranquility to this preoccupied air,

Give back the gnarled trunks and autumn leaves her spring,

Revamp the rugged terrains,

Paint the skies red,

Restore the old US,

Savour the endearments,

Evaporate into the thin air of fondness,

And elope to distant grounds,

Where our heart only throbs echoes of you and I.

 #AishuScribbles♥︎

THE RHYTHM OF SOUL

  THE RHYTHM OF SOUL 

MUSIC IS THE LOVE OF EACH AND  EVERY SOUL.
THOUGH ITS OLD,
IT NEVER FAILS TO STEAL EVERY SOUL.
IT MENDS EVERY FOREBODING HEART BOLD.
IT IS AN AMAZING APPETITING  ARTWORK,
CURRENTLY THAT MY HANDS ARE AT WORK.

MUSIC IS THE OCEAN,
THAT PULLS ME TO THE SHORE.
IT IS THE RHYTHM OF EVERY SOUL, 
WHICH MOVED ME TO THE CORE.
IT IS A FREE THERAPY,
WITHOUT ANYTHING CREEPY.
IT SINGS BACK MY SOUL TOGETHER,
AT ALL MY GLOOMY TIMES, WHICH I CAN'T COUNT FOREVER.
AND WEAVES MY SHREDDED HEART IN VAIN,
WITHOUT ANY GRUNT OR PAIN.

MUSIC IS INEVITABLE IN ONE'S JOURNEY OF LIFE,
FROM TANTRUM TO SILENCE.
IT IS THE STRONGEST MEDIUM OF EMOTIONS
AND IS INTENSE ,WHICH VARIES FROM TIME TO TIME ACROSS THE WORLD.

WHERE THOUGH ,THIS ECSTATIC ART DEVELOP?
WHEN CURIOUS MINDS ARE AT WORK,
MY SOUL REPLIED "WHEN YOU LISTEN AND FEEL ITS PRESENCE"
WHEN THOU THIS ART GONE,
ONE'S LOVE AND PEACE WILL SOB ON!

LIFE IS LIKE NOTES OF MUSIC!

SO TURN UP YOUR FULL BASS AND 

 MARCH THROUGH YOUR UPS AND DOWNS.

AS YOU BEAT THE DRUM,

SING ALONG YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS ,

DANCE AND BREAK THE GROUND OF IMPOSSIBILITIES.

MUSIC IGNITES MY BONES;
CHERISHES MY SOUL,
AND SOOTHES MY MIND.
THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE WHEN THERE IS A PINCH OF MUSIC IN OUR WORK.
THUS NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF MUSIC!

 

 -B.NIKITHA

The Light Of Education

When the darkness swallowed our nation 

There appeared the light called education 

The brightness of education is leading us in true way

So we are being educated every day

The light of education will change your soul

It will make you perfect to reach your goal

Education will make you greater 

It will change your life brighter 

                                                         - Smyrna 

 My poetic way of wishing  National Education Day (November 11)

                                                                  

Trapped in a deception

 

What happens when a bird is trapped?
What happens when its wings are cut?
I ponder trapped in a cage of my own
I can feel its ambient light.
But, is it truly my home?
Even if I can stare at the sky
Will I ever fly?
Plunged into the darkness of existence
My heart trembles as I search for a grasp.
Beaten by this world and its rules,
I finally realised the truth.
The only person who can change me is me.
Now I know the reason to be strong.
But can I break my cage?
As I'm trapped in a deception called life.

                                                                               - Jeril.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE : POSSIBLE?

 

ZOMBIE  APOCALYPSE : POSSIBLE?

 

                                  

I always wondered if that is possible, and I came up with very less theories that it is possible. That was exactly four years ago, now, the teen me wanted to do a small research on it and guess what- the stuff I found out is shocking enough for a person to have a heart attack.

Zombies are undead, walking dead or Reanimated corpses to be scientific.

Whatever you choose to call them, these corpses that rise from the grave to walk the world and terrify — and sometimes infect — its inhabitants are one of the top monsters in popular culture.

The word zombie comes from Haitian and New Orleans voodoo origins. Although its meaning has changed slightly over the years, it refers to a human corpse mysteriously reanimated to serve the undead. Ancient voodoo and folk-lore traditions, show the Walking Dead were born.

Nowadays, people use the word “zombie” a lot more loosely — often metaphorically — to refer to anyone or anything that presents as apathetic, moves slowly, and demonstrates little awareness of their surroundings.

But how can a human turn into a zombie?

Viruses, toxins and parasites.

I know that we are currently facing a virus pandemic and it is not a good time to bring about another virus, but I am too excited to suffocate myself from sharing the facts.

We all know Lyssavirus or Rabies to be simple. Rabies is usually transmitted to humans when an infected animal bites them. It is a viral disease that affects the central nervous system which can drive people to become violently mad.

Unlike movie zombies, which become reanimated almost immediately after infection, the first signs a human as in rabies—such as anxiety, confusion, hallucinations, and paralysis—don't typically appear for ten days to a year, as the virus incubates inside the body.

Then rabies sets in, though it's fatal within a week if left untreated.

Humans typically catch rabies after being bitten by an infected animal, usually a dog—and the infection usually stops there.

But don’t worry our brilliant genius scientists has come up with a vaccine for Rabies due to which deaths have been reduced. Also, Rabies can’t spread fast and is not an airborne virus.

But if we are at a bio war we can expect a Zombie apocalypse. With little modification to the Rabies genes, we will be enough to start an apocalypse. Flu and Rabies hybrid can bring a Zombie apocalypse, but if it isn’t a bio war then we can expect it from many other sources.

A giant zombie virus has unfrozen, zombie ants created by ophiocordyceys (a toxin mushroom), an unknown species of Zatypota wasp can manipulate spiders into a zombie,Phtoplasma(bacteria)can turn plants into zombies and a parasite namedToxoplasmosa needs a little evolution to damage human brains.

So, if it isn’t us humans then it’s mother nature who will take a toll on us. But are we ready to face the apocalypse? Not to mention a zombie apocalypse and do you think it’s possible? I will leave it upto you readers.

The Wanderer’s lost dream

In the world where lies and realities coexists

I wander alone dismissed.

The character you see is the mask

I used to hide myself.

The true character you seek

Is a record that no one can read. 

I just want to experience wonder

But in the end my dreams are plundered.

A pitiful goodbye to my dreams

For I lost my paths and wander.

Every night I make the same wish

Will I ever find my paths again?

Righteous dreams & Regretful voices, 

Wings of freedom & Sorrowless smiles

will I have these all Again?       

- Jeril.P

THE UNSOLVED RIDLE

 

THE UNSOLVED RIDDLE

 

What indeed is a poem?

Why does one write it? 

What does it exactly convey?

And why does everyone ardour it?

Well, to me,

Poem is an unsolved puzzle

Which is left up to the reader to jiggle

And decipher the hidden code, then giggle.

I write for love,

I write for me,

I write like the birds set free.

Writing poems lightens our heart

Which is an extraordinary art.

 It is abstract as it gets better,

  It is a cure therapy without anything better.

Listen to the words from your soul,

And glisten as you sketch it in whole.

Each word specifically chosen

Would have a million distinct conflicting synonyms to explore.

 

Every reader will have

A question like -

Does this word fit in to a

Larger or better hidden metaphor?

This chaos makes each and every phrase ecstatic…..

B. Nikitha

Mask.

 

Mask

I met her few years ago.

She welcomed me with a smile

which was as sweet as honey.

She was nice to everyone.

Too nice to be fooled.

Her eyes showed a spark of innocence.

Her smile glistened with kindness.

“Wow! Such a nice girl.“

But boy, I was wrong.

Time went on, her mask fell.

It was a face that could betray without a thought.

It was a character that everyone would hate.

I was spooked, shocked and disgusted.

But then I realized, it wasn’t her fault.

She did what she had to survive.

 

By , N.M.Sudhiksha

JOURNEY FROM RAMESHWARAM TO RASHTRAPATHY

 JOURNEY FROM RAMESHWARAM TO RASHTRAPATHY

(The life of a scientist – An extract)

           It is really a difficult journey from a small island Rameshwaram in Tamil Nadu to the Rashtrapathy Bhavan in New Delhi. Especially, it is very difficult for a son whose father is just a boatman. Unlike other great scientists, he was neither educated abroad nor in any leading institution. 

              His family was economically backward and his family situations made him do odd jobs like hawking newspapers. At the initial stage, he was educated in Schwartz high school in Ramanathapuram. Later he did his B.Sc. degree in St. Joseph’s college, Trichy. He was more interested in engineering and followed it up with an engineering course in Chennai, in the year 1954. By that time, he wanted to become a pilot. 

                   After that, he joined Hindustan Aeronautics Limited (HAL) as a trainee in the year 1958. In the following year, he had the opportunity of applying for both the Indian Air Force (IAF) and Directorate of Technical Development and Production (DTD&P) interviews which were at Dehra Dun and Delhi, respectively. But he was unlucky at that time and was rejected for the IAF. 

                       Then he met an important man in his life, Swami Sivananda, who resembled the looks of Buddha. He was an important person in his life because the Swami told him about the changing faces of life and about destiny, which is unpredictable. He also instructed, “Look ahead and don’t look back, past is past, design your future.”

                      Life just moved like this for him, but he did not forget what Swami Sivananda had said to him. In 1962, he joined the Indian Committee for Space Research (INCOSPAR), a fledgling Indian space institute, which was reformed as Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO). He was soon posted at newly formed Thumba Equatorial Earth Launching Station (TERLS) near Thiruvananthapuram. 

                       Then he was appointed as project director and rocket specialist for the project of making SLV 3. On July 18, 1980, India`s first Satellite Launch Vehicle, SLV-3 (23-metre, 17 ton, 4-stage), lifted off from SHAR successfully. After that, he was appointed as director of DRDO, and handled 5 projects, which were to be completed within 10 years. He was highly successful in all  of these. 

                     In 1997, he received the Bharat Ratna award for the service he rendered for our country’s defence. He was nominated as Principal Scientific Advisor to the Government of India with the rank of a Union Cabinet Minister in November 1999, a position he held until November 2001. Then, he taught at Anna University.

                     In the year 2002, he became the eleventh president of our country. Yes, the scientist, about whom you have been reading is none but our APJ ABDUL KALAM. He said that India’s future is in the hands of youngsters. Indeed, youngsters are the greatest treasure of our country. This journey of Kalam sir became possible only because of his self-confidence and hard work. His dream was to make India a well-developed country. Though he is no more now, we still have many Kalams in our country. Let’s bring them all out and fulfill the wishes of our Kalam. 

 - Extract written by

                                                                      Bairavi Sundaram

                                                      

          

 

A LETTER FROM 2030

JUNE 5, 2030.

  

TO:

THE LITTLE ME,

IN 2020.

 

DEAR Nikitha,

 

Hey Niki! How are you? Or should I ask how am I? You’re awaiting until oceans dry to see that the fluttering future is optimistic. Well, I remember myself being all hunky-dory and bored of boredom at my vacation or maybe I must call that spine-chilling quarantine. Yeah, I also do remember the pandemic of the spooky Corona virus, which hit this furor world in 2020. This led many good souls to turn towards caring for nature. Well, you may be thinking why I’m posting this to you from 2030. But you must know how the future is, so that you (I mean, I myself) may make up my mind to face the freaking future.

 

Well, after 10 years this day, I’m a leading research scientist in the medical field. I know you must be glad, enthusiastic and having a feeling of a glass brimming with pride of achievement of our dream. I’m part of the Oxford research unit. I know that you will be at edge of your seat while reading this and that you will be thinking of time travel. Fine, let me jump into the real reason for me to write you this.

 

The world in 2030 is the upside down of what you have imagined. Don’t freak out, it is not a literal upside down. I know I’m provoking and persuading you to read more. You would have probably imagined millions of people carrying O2 and H2O cans on their backs and running with this fast and furious congested world.

 

I still live in India and it is one of the most developed countries in the world. Do you know there are electric mini car planes trundling their way past the roads? I know you would probably be thinking that I have gone crazy, but it’s true. All lifeless multi-storey buildings are standing in solitude as tall as the Burj Khalifa. There are no schools or universities. Wait, don’t think you can just bunk schooling. There are mandatory E-schools for all. It is all e-books. Also robots become essential for day to day life. Shelter, food, air, water, Robots and a stronger Wi-Fi are the future essential needs for a man to survive.

 

The roads are deserted and mostly all transportation happens through air. Yeah, in the future we have time travel postal service available, which enabled me to send this from 2030 to myself in 2020.

 

It’s green, green and green as far the eye could see. Our world is completely free of deterioration. We have also achieved high technological development in the astronomical world. We also found a way for the astronauts to survive in a vacuum in space for years. Hey, hang on Nikitha don’t change your ambition and your former interest of being an astronaut.

 

But do you know what the tragedy is? The world’s population is one third of what it was before. The tiny death triggering virus has wiped off half of the world’s population like you say how Thanos did in the Marvel movies. The spooky tiny virus took his place and we researchers quarrelled with it like the Avengers. We finally found a cure in 2022. Many lost their loved ones due to carelessness. We all felt our lives fading in. We felt desperate, hoping for a helping hand. And most cruelly, there wasn’t enough crust to bury the ripped ones.

 

I remember those days when, though there was a much healthier environment to breathe in, we all still had our masks on! I remember my agitation of spending my whole life with a semi-covered face. I felt like a perpetrator. As the days and years moved on, I left my fears to God. As an irony in human efforts, there was better administration which gradually led to a healthy environment in all aspects.

 

At last I would say, the future is still glittering with all forms of lives. Though I post you from the future, it doesn’t mean that the future can’t be altered. Yes, the future is in your generation’s hands. We the future guys are ready to secure and follow what you do to this world. Every human must become responsible, making mankind the best creation on the crust.

 

Thank you.

 

Yours love,

Nikitha.