Duty - 55 Fiction

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Duty

It was his first job.

It was his first day.

He went to temple in the morning.

He was bit anxious and tensed.

He approached his work place with apprehension.

His colleagues welcomed him warmly.

He was assigned a routine task.

He jumped into his work quickly........

......jumped into the overflowing manhole to fix it.

Coexistence - 77 Fiction

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Coexistence

 

Raju, a 8 year old boy, lives in one of the worst chronic drought  areas of south India.

Needless to say that poverty and migrated father pushed him into child labour.

Everyday,  he has to follow a herd of  cows, though he is not the shepherd.

His duty is to collect cow dung, secretly.

His sister and mother help him at home.

For survival, his entire family depends on undigested jowar grains, found in the cow dung, everyday.

Precision - 55 Fiction

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Precision

The oxygen atoms are in pact with hydrogen atoms...

The energy transformation among electrons is spectacular ...

The shape of water molecules is quite appealing ...

The chlorophyll is in a mood of transformation....

The sound waves are just around the corner...

It is not a chemistry lab...

............................

......What a shot!!!

It is high definition picture clarity.

Profession - 55 Fiction

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Profession

They take your hard earned money, with all your consciousness, through different means and at different times.

You cannot avoid them.

They are everywhere.

They appeal you emotionally with their masks and behavior.

They exploit you for being empathetic.

This virtual robbery happens daily.

You feel very helpless.

They are not beggars, they are corporates.

Lief Lifes - GingerChai 55 Fixes

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Lie

Indira, never bothered about price tags, was flushing thousands of bucks in the city's most ostentatious mall...

What mattered her was the brands...

On her way to home, she had stopped by a maize corn cart, lowered her car's window, and asked the vendor, "How much?".

He replied, "5 rupees each, madam..."

"...3 for 10 rupees?", she bargained.

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Alive

There are national and international policies and programs to protect endangered species like Tigers, panda etc...

Recent reports reveal that there is one more species which needs attention and focus...

Though every one knows the reason behind the fall in their count, no one hardly bothers about them...

Scientists have named the species as "Indiana-Farmer".

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 Live

 She used to be very simple with emotional inclination towards societal well being and oneness ...

But, her affinity towards materialistic and consumerist life style forced her into prostitution...

She is so beautiful that customers hardly bother that she has got only one leg...

She is suffering from cancer...

She is not Indira, she is India.

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PS : The  word "Indiana-Farmer" is not a typo and i have deliberately used it to represent the Latin nomenclature syndrome of researchers whenever they name something new :)