Story of the leaf

Once upon a time 
there was a leaf,fresh and green.

During the monsoon
it explored rhythms
with every drop of rain.

At the end of rain
it became friends
with the wind
and started telling its story
in drenched words. 
As the wind flowed
it dried those words
off their moisture.

At one dry noon
the leaf just jumped off the branch
to explore a new story.

Upon the wind's insistence
it continued to narrate its half-told story.

As the story that
consists dry words
was altogether light,the leaf's fall was delayed
and the wind continued
to rock the leaf
till it was finally asleep.
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Story of the day when words got weaved

Once upon a time
there was a day
and many words
that were flying amidst
their meanings.

When the time
set up a loom
under the bright sky, 
words formed into an
eternal warp,
just to get weaved by 
the weft that was 
born out of a child.
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Story of the telephone

Once upon a time
there was a telephone
and it had only one complaint
that it had nothing
to talk
of its own
but everything else
to listen

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Story of the water bottle

Once upon a time
there was a water bottle.

In it
there was a sea 
that played with its own waves.

A very tiny insect
happened to taste a very tiny drop of the sea
that spilled whilst waving.

Being outside of the bottle, 
the insect started making a hole 
at the bottom.

It tasted few more drops
from the gushing sea
that flowed out.

Then as you all know, 
it just got washed away 
to non-existence.

The sea and the bottle
were still there
for a next round
of game
awaiting another
stupid insect

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Story of the torch light

Once upon a time
there was a torch light, 
being part of a bad joke.

It tried escaping
from that joke
to be part of a 
more benign one.

When it finally ended up
in a good joke
with no specific role,
 it said unto itself
'What's the fun?'

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Story of the scissors

Twice upon a time
there was a pair of scissors. 

One of its blades
existed in the past
and the other in the future.

Obviously, 
they both together could cut
only the present.

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Story of the tea cup

Once upon a time
(oops again!)
there was a tea cup
sitting in between
a zen master
and his disciple.

It was their first class.
The master filled the tea cup, 
asked the disciple to fill it further. 
He obliged
and the tea cup overflowed
into the silence that persisted.
The class was over.
 
It was their second class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
but then emptied the cup back into the kettle
and filled the cup. 
The silence still persisted. 
The class was over.

It was their third class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
he offered the tea to the master. 
Once the cup was empty, 
he filled it further. 
The silence still persisted
despite the burp sound from the master. 
The class was over.
 
It was their fourth class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
he drank the tea
and then filled the cup. 
No need to say that
the silence still persisted. 
The class was over.

It was their fifth class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further. 
He obliged,
he offered the tea to the master. 
While the master was drinking, 
he snatched it away,
poured a bit back into the kettle, 
drank the remaining tea, 
threw the cup hard onto the floor
to break the cup and 
the silence that persisted.
 
Sitting in between 
the master and the disciple
the kettle told unto 
the broken tea cup
'Fucking intellectuals!
No more class'

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Story of the mirror

Once upon a time
(what else)
there was a mirror
perfectly reflecting everything
yet none really bothered to see it,
as they all admired themselves
when looking at it.

Then the mirror had a crack. 
Few got distracted and 
started seeing the mirror, 
besides admiring themselves.

Then there were many cracks. 
Many got distracted and 
started seeing the mirror, 
besides admiring portions of themselves.

Then the mirror was removed from
where it was
and suddenly everyone 
started seeing the mirror.

This time
the mirror had a smile
of its own.

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Story of the ants

Once upon a time
there were ants
lots of them
working all the day
carrying food
from where ever it is available.

Praised to be hard workers
they collected and collected
more and more food than
they can ever eat.

None knew about that
as they never got anything to eat. 
They fed themselves 
with whatever little they found
otherwise on their paths.

All the food they carried
ended up in their ever expanding storage
under the control of 
the much revered queen.

She also did not eat the food. 
She needed only a tiny portion of it. 
She however produced more and more ants
to collect more and more food.

She unknowingly awaited
the larger ants
who always attacked her storage
just before the monsoon, 
shifted all the food
to their ever expanding storage
under the control of
their much revered queen
who also did not eat the food
as she also needed only a tiny portion of it.

She also produced more and more ants. 
And the story goes on...
 
Wasn't there any reward 
for the hard working ants?

Of course there was...

Upon the very first showers
most of them got beautiful wings
flew towards the brightest future, 
flew and flew
till all of them lost their
beautiful but not-so-strong wings.

The only option then left
was to crawl to death
or to get eaten by
the scorpions that reveal themselves
from the neighbouring lands. 

Did anyone there
asked about the food the ants collected?
Come on! 
You must be joking...
Aren't you?

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Story of the river

Once upon a time
there was river
we were the river
we were with the river
we felt that there was river
we then found the river
playing on the banks of the river
we reached the banks of civilisation
as the civilisation spread
beyond its possible limits 
we killed the river
and ended our story.

Anyone knows how to restart?
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