"Lord, you are so cherished. Come back and save us. Let us continue to exist atleast even like this", in the backyards of a shore, one family lighted candle everyday in their heavenly Temple like always near the one room building in midst of three footprints. Well in the real world of rivarly, hatred, greed, happiness, sorrow, life and death, will this have any meaning?; a mind always quatered those doors. Well years passed, their son had some resentment in the way they lived. The city was challenged and the roots for their home met scarcity more of essentials when prices roared like sky creepers due to development and modernisation. Everyone had seen changes where their village once stood. Life was build up some how in that home. People kept dreaming their hopes whatever could be harvested from them. The internet came and one day someone opened a page of time back in history in the book that was exchanged as meaning. Every word counted uncertainity. Our story about the destiny of one blessing is remembered like this. Starting of a journey from the day life started:
One person binged a note for the passenger in the air travel. Later while in the crowd back in the streets, they both met. He was seated on the streetchair near the gateway. Well initially the passenger thought he was having a joke. The dead cells of brain got alarmed and ran from the liver a terrible sensation narrowed by living alive except for the threads of the three masks the first person weared drove in everyone that followed into the gateaway. Hey, how many have crossed the gateway along with him along ones inner spirit towards the real world but only the passenger can experience this? A man woke up in his bed after fallout and didnt wanted stay anymore in that room. He thought another deadly dream, what else? Rushed towards his neighbourhood and saw the same butterfly like yesterday reading same storybook. Where am I he wondered, is this magical? Suddenly he felt someone nodding in his ears. "Come with us. We will take you where you are.", They hold his hand and everyone saw a shooting star make a trail around the time in ground Earth. The statesman enquired, has our shot in the target? yes the water was ok yet he leaned somewhere else. Get all his details, let me see this flies through the air. "You have a role here. You will have to travel a lot before you became famous. Dont be ignorant." They divided their sleep and riding through the wind except for him left no trace of passing. The next sleep bell rang and he got up in this age. "What am I doing here? I should be back home.", He saw a different home. "Whats happening to me? Who is doing all this?" Two minutes back a newspaper came. A new language and he saw the mirror, a new body? Who am I? Who changed me here into the modern world? Who will do the picking up of newspaper with Laura? Whats going on? I will sleep again. After 5 minutes, the phone rang, he said Sir, what is he picking up in langauge over the phone with someone? The chief minister of state is on line. Which language?....Who knows? Why all this?
This is just the starting and fun starts now.
The fairy tale begins.