Someone once told me a story. --- He narrated, “Once there was a boy who wanted to join the Harvard Business School. After taking the exam and sitting for the interview, it was a long wait until he’d get to know the result. With every passing day, he grew anxious. And one day, the doorbell rang. The postman stood outside carrying an envelope with the logo of Harvard Business School marked on it. The boy rushed outside, took the letter, came inside, tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter, found that he was selected and jumped in ecstasy. He ran to show the letter to his mother, to his father, to his neighbours, to his friends, to everyone who would be happy to know the news.” He went silent.
I asked, “Is it over?” “It is.” “But what? I didn’t get it.” “The envelope that contained the happy news laid torn on the floor while what it brought with it was being cherished. I wish you don’t end up being the envelope.” * * *
I said, “The story doesn’t end where you think it does.” “Where does it end then?” “The boy who got selected for Harvard Business School, after showing the letter to everyone, comes back and picks up the torn envelope. He loved the happy news that it contained, as well as the envelope itself for it brought the news to him safely. He keeps both, the letter and the envelope protected in his file forever. Wherever the letter goes, the envelope goes. Envelope goes wherever the letter takes it to.” ------------------------------------------------- #YQBaba#Envelope#Story#Letter (Harsh Snehanshu: Doing a long form for the first time. I hope I am doing it right by splitting the story in caption to overcome the character limit.) Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote#quote#stories#ttt#qotd#quoteoftheday#wordporn#quotestagram#wordswag#life#wordsofwisdom#inspirationalquotes#inspiration#writeaway#love#thoughts#poetry#instawriters#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writersofindia#igwriters#igwritersclub
And before the day ends,
before I turn into a story of your past, let me hold on to the today that's ours.
Let me hold you in my present, for one last time, embrace you tight and have all the distance melt away.
Yes for the world we never existed, let tomorrow hold that facade again. Tonight let's fall in each others arms like the very first time.
Let me see you smiling, capture that picture in my eyes. The world seems a better place, a beautiful one when you smile.
Yes for the world we are little more than strangers, let's pretend to be one again tomorrow. Tonight let our insecurities speak, raw and naked.
Let me find happiness in the archive of your pictures. Your smile hasn't changed much over the years, the mischievous smile always held a shade of innocence that could make anyone fall for. Tonight let me assume that's only mine.
Yes I'm aware perhaps, we will never meet again. Let the reality stay offshore tonight. It's you, me and your favorite new beer in the block. Let your demons find mine.
Let me hold you, for one last time, break in your arms like the night before dawn. Stop you from not leaving tonight, for the future awaits with the distance inevitable, all we have is few hours tonight, 'coz when I wake I'm aware,I will have to slip away.
Let me sit beside, brush your skin against mine, leave your traces in me,
because your absence leaves me with a certain voidness, a strange emptiness, I never understand how to replenish it again.
Tonight, let me be a part of you, hold you being mine, for, I, perhaps would never get to kiss you ever again.
All I want is for you to read the picture and the story it tells, and then read as well , the story that I write along with it. Here for example you can see a Sphinx / Totem Like Creature that lives on a planet located at an alternate dimension and universe which collided and still is colliding, with our own dimension and universe in the vicinity of the Alpha Centauri's Star System, these creatures being able to cross dimensions are currently invading that area, and a thousands year old war begun then, and is still taking place, on both dimensions, because of forces and entities there oppose the Invasion, which is a result of a Great Cosmological Migration, due to a New Universe Being Born on that Dimension which was too close to the area, and to avoid the Impending Doom that was is now Imminent , They now Flee. Would Love to tell you the rest.... Raiel GarBo #Writer#art#Story#picturestory#arielreymundo#fiction#nonfiction#binarystar#nibiru#alternateuniverses#fuckingwithyourmind#arielreymundo#raielgarbo
Ever had this beer that's made and served in Bastogne, Belgium? There's a story as to why they serve it in a helmet. During WWII two American soldiers were on the front line. One got injured and was sent for treatment and recovery in Bastogne. The other friend was later sent out on a mission which gave him a day in Bastogne so he visited his injured friend. He told him, "I'm here for a limited time...what is one thing you want and I'll get it for you." The injured friend replied, "beer." So the friend searched all around Bastogne for beer. Every store was dry until he came across a barrel of beer. He quickly realized he didn't have a glass and there were no glasses nearby so he he filled up his helmet and went back to the hospital. His friend drank the beer and shared it with the other wounded. The helmet was quickly emptied and the soldier made several trips to fill his helmet and serve beer to the wounded. A young local boy saw this and remembered this display show of brotherhood. He grew up and told his son the story who then brewed his own beer to commemorate this event his father observed.
You never know who is watching your actions and never know who you will indirectly influence in this world with a simple act of kindness.
Her scent, her taste, the casual way she tantalized his senses drove him mad. He sipped her. Slow. Steady. Held her in his mouth before swallowing her whole, savoring the aftertaste long after she'd disappeared - blue mist hovering low in a hallowed valley - undulating deep within his veins, through every chamber of his heart, depleting the oxygen in his lungs 'til he was delirious. She mindfucked him six ways to Sunday - 'til he surrendered, desired no other. He couldn't imagine a breath without her, much less a lifetime. It was a life sentence he would never file an appeal for and would probably beg to be put in solitary confinement and eventually - death row - A.Flo