Urge
Have you ever thought about this,this question always occurs to me...
Where does the past go?
Is future already written and we the actors of life are entering from one scene to the the other.
This is a story about a weird incident.
Who warned me
So it was early Dawn,I woke up to a messy room,everything was in a mess.I was alone that day and went downstairs to watch the T.V.
Suddenly from nowhere I had an urge to open the storeroom on the way to the T.V,,,and I did...
The glass sculpture was about to fall and I was there in time.
Not just that.
On a summer evening I was writing my diary...it was the same urge,I wrote 515 aside I don't know why..
The same urge in my mind dragged me out of the house and when i came out into the garden having no clue why,I saw that the backdoor was catching fire.i quickly got a bucket of water and called my neighbors.
This house was about to be on fire.
Surprisingly the time was 5:15.
On a summer evening I was writing my diary...it was the same urge,I wrote 515 aside I don't know why..
The same urge in my mind dragged me out of the house and when i came out into the garden having no clue why,I saw that the backdoor was catching fire.i quickly got a bucket of water and called my neighbors.
This house was about to be on fire.
Surprisingly the time was 5:15.
