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Author: Amy Hofstadter I think I was sleeping, when a deep male voice woke me up. In front of me was standing a handsome old man, with all his hairs silver white. I saw around, the room looked different, it was not my usual studio apartment. The room was much larger and very dimly lit. The old man was standing about five feet away from me near a strange looking light source , surrounded by two coils glowing with light. The old man was talking perhaps to me or to himself! I am not even sure that he knew I was present there. His voice echoed in my ears, “Today I am 120 year old, almost the last surviving male of my generation!   Inventor of   life force generator, a device that can generate infinite energy from nothing.”   Saying this, he moved towards the central light source.   I don’t know if it is my imagination, or just pure sleep, but I am sure I saw at that moment the   light source flickered and few firefly like things flew from it, they mer...

Author: Divya Saksena By himself again, Browning waited for the splinters of memory to hit him anew. Reading Tennyson again, m’dear?              My favorite poet, as you well know. Ulysses “Though much is taken, much abides.” We share a common history. We share. He looked down at the now clean inscription, rescued briefly from the onslaught of dust, and bent to touch it once…twice. Then, turning, he made his way towards the gate from which he had entered. The courtyard was now dotted with knots of people, chatting and laughing as they waited for the evening service. Several curious glances and some tentative smiles came towards him as he edged around the enormous plinth that was all that remained of the magnificent monument put up by Metcalfe for his murdered friend Fraser. A polite smile fixed to his face, he let out a breath of relief as he came through the gate into the street and paused to get his bear...

Author: Divya Saksena “The sun’s almost set now. It’ll be getting dark soon and we don’t want to be late for the evening service.” observed Father Antony. “Yes!” exclaimed Preeti. “They’re going to sing me happy birthday!” Father Antony explained quickly. “A little tradition. The choir sings it and the congregation often joins in.” “Come on!” Preeti hopped up to the gravestone and stood waiting as her father lit the long taper and carefully placed it in her hand. Gripping it tightly, she reached over to light the candles, then suddenly, she turned towards Browning and held out the lit taper. “We share.” It was not a question. Wordlessly, Browning moved forward, his hand closing over the little fist. Carefully, they lit the two candles together. Father Antony, Anita and Rajan stepped back, hands folded in a gesture of respect, and watched as two tiny flames sprang up and began to glow stronger as the rays of the dying sun slid away towards the west and the shadows beg...

Author: Divya Saksena Rajan added, “She was just a few days old. She was born on today’s date, 27 th June, and we fixed the ceremony for 1 st July. And that’s when it happened!” Anita took up the story again. “We were early, and brought her out here to try and keep her calm, but we were still arguing about more names. Then suddenly Rajan stopped here and pointed out the names that we could just make out. It seemed perfect.” Rajan smiled. “Not just the names, the dates seemed to fit too. As a historian, it was too much for me to ignore!” en.wikipedia.org Anita looked worried. “We just took the names for our daughter. Please don’t be offended, but there seemed nobody that we could ask.” “I’m not offended!” said Browning quickly. “She looks a great kid. I’m glad that you found something that worked for you.” Father Antony joined in. “She is indeed a great kid. And here she comes again at sixty miles per hour!” “I’m back!” Preeti huffed up importantly. “And Fa...