Take a dip in the ocean of fiction...

Based on the story from Paulo Coelho’s novel, “Like the Flowing River” I was working on my laptop at my home and then suddenly, my son, Ishaan, came running towards me.  I didn't bother to see him as I was too engrossed in my work as I had to complete the story and deliver it by today. But, he kept on insisting to listen to him. Sometimes, my son seems to get me irritated but you can’t help and there’s no pint in complaining, at least not before your son because, the kind of questions he will then ask will make you mad. I put the laptop down, turned to him, and asked in a harsh tone, “What! What is it that you want now, Ishaan? I told you not to disturb me. Cant you just finish your homework quietly until your mom comes back”.  My wife had gone to neighbor to attend to a ceremony. I was also invited to it but I preferred to stay back as I had deadline to meet. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Ishaan pulled my hand again, and showed the pencil before me, an

I could hear the cries of people from a very distant location. The cries were loud enough though as if someone had lost its loved one. I started to move towards the location where the cries were being heard. At first they were just faint cries but as soon as I went closer, they were clearer now. I could also see a lot of people had gathered in the house where the cries were being heard. A lot of people were heard saying, "He was a good person indeed". Some were even saying, "God hasn't done justice to the person." I heard one older gentleman saying, "He couldn't have died at such a young age." So, I assumed that person must be very young. I slowly started to move towards the house where the cries were coming. It was difficult to move forward as there was lot of people who had gathered to the house. "The person must be very well known, it seems", I thought to myself. Sometimes, Life seems so unpredictable. You cannot predict the exact ti