Rohan was a nerdy boy. He was the topper of the class and knew almost anything course related. Probably I would say he was a typical Asian but he was almost zero to outside world. It was I guess Friday that he didn’t knew a maths question, algebra to the point and hurriedly came to me to ask as I was his trusted trabajo. I did that in first attempt. And as always he was quite shocked about me solving a question before him. He asked me how I did it. I said it was magic and laughed. But that very word hit him. He never had heard of the word magic and his dumb head asked me what magic was. I couldn’t be precise to the word to describe it but I told him that there are people who can do some unbelievable things like ahhm there are so many. They burn the paper and restore it, disappear people from one place and reappear him/her from another . They are just amazing. And Luke always he began to argue with me.  He bargained like science says “if there us permanent chemical reactions like burning nothing can be made to its former phase. And neither can someone teleport.” . Arguing with him was like taking a tea spoon of water from the ocean . It had no meaning as he will go on arguing with  me all the time.
So I left him. But he was not done with magic. He went to ask with a teacher what exactly magic was. Teacher said it is entertainment with some unexpected activities. He was curious to learn what magic was so he asked teacher to show him a magic . Teacher said it is performed by special people. So he left.
He was whole day mourning. He wished someone could say exactly what magic was and showed him a magic. Usually alone and lost in thoughts and today too was no difference . He got a topic to discuss with his brain . Whole day he was thinking how can a burn paper be regenerated . He opened his chemistry book and read all reactions but all in vain. He was completely mad whole day. Last period we got a notice that a Magic Festival was on from tomorrow and school had planned to take some of the students with the principal. Me and Rohan were lucky to go there. I was excited and I could clearly see that he he cheered with all day long tension. It was not my first time but going him Rohan will certainly not be easy. But his daydream was going to be fulfilled.
He went home. He was lost in thoughts. He asked his father about it, but his father like all other wasn’t quite secure with his question cause he too couldn’t give the desired answer his son wanted. He told that these are the act are done by experts and ate not mediocre.
‘Magic ‘ didn’t let him had a good day and at night too he was anxious .Magic an enigma for him but certainly not for long. He thought probably magic is mystery or extraordinary act. As he got to know that it is performed by some special one he thought it was god gifted. He didn’t sleep better.
Next day we all gathered at school and the principal with us, we went to the programme. He was quite nervous and excited and so was I.  Teacher bought the ticket and we went in.  We quickly got to seat and waited for the programme to start . Slowly the curtain raised and two persons showed up. Everybody clapped and cheered for them . They showed the trick of burning newspaper . They did it quite easily but my focus was on Rohan. I looked at him . He was yelling ‘wow’. He probably spoke his own definition of magic and it was just the beginning. But I wonder what will he think when he finds out they are just a trick.



Valencia cf paying tribute to Nepal earthquake victims with Nepali name on their back

Valencia CF used Nepali font in the player’s name against Celta De Vigo in order to raise funds to Earthquake victims in Nepal. According to the statement from the club, they will be donating all the money generated from the auction to victim. The official statement from Valencia CF states that: “Valencia CF launched a new charitable intiative along with the Red Cross this weekend, as the player names on the team’s shirts for the game against Celta Vigo were printed in Nepali. The aim:-) is to auction these one-off shirts to raise funds to alleviate the damage caused by the natural disaster that has devastated Nepal, requiring worldwide collaboration.” 


Pablo Piatti with his name in Nepali


Jose Luis Gaya on with Nepali font


Otamendi ‘the beast’ playing with nepali font jersey

It is also the part of the refund where they gave 5% of the game income coming through ticket. Valencia are the third most supported and successful club in Spain. Now currently fourth in league table they are challenging for the final Champions league spot. With some years of economic turmoils, they are rebuilding their team with Singaporean businessman Peter Lim and hoping to give fans the glory days back.
P.s. I am a die hard Valencia fan! And all these support to my country are invincible. Thank you Valencia. Amunt.


Many will say he is crack, a jerk, and many more, while he will say them whatever. Certainly everyone laughed at him at what he did,slapped him at his head, took his cap out. While he smiles back and says nothing.
I am talking about John, born on feb10, 1987 on Miami, Texas in a low class family. His family once worked in a textile factory which got collapsed due to extreme loss. Due to this his brother jumped off the bridge and his dad hasn’t been seen from then on. When i asked him about his family he said

we usually were two but sometimes my momma would call guest.
They all slept in same room while i used to sleep in sofa watching TV while night. It were fun times though they used to happen only once in a week.

When he was 5 years old his mum left him. From then on he was living with his grandma.
He was disable from the birth. He used leg frames to walk. His grandma send him to school by knitting clothes. There i met him. My first day in class, i didn’t found any place to sit except his and went to his seat. He said not to talk with the strangers. I said that we could be friends then only he gave me side to sit. I told my name was Lucy and he told his name.
We got along each other very well. We helped each other in everything. He was not good in study. Even though I got good grades in subject he never used to have it except in one ‘history’. He was very good in history. He knew mainly every dates while in others he was close to zero. He always used to say A -B and vice versa. All used to say him psycho even teacher scold at him and laughed while I used to smile. He was so forgettable that he always forgot the spoon in the tiffin box so I used to get it myself. We were all day together. As he was weak in walking so I took him to bus and only we depart.


He was always bullied over. But one day that bully changed  his life. One day in town there was bull racing festival. Our school took us there. But as we were in the pedestrian someone pushed him over to the road and suddenly bulls were kept lose. He had no choice than to run. His leg guard didn’t let him run but he did a little by little a step by step . Suddenly his leg guard broke out and he ran like an athlete. He was so swift that he won everyone ahead of him. I was in a shock and was looking for him but he ran all across his house to meet his grandma.
Time passed by and we grew old. He was my best mate . Not only my best mate but also my only mate. I loved him but I couldn’t tell him because I thought he would feel bad. So I kept that with me. We did our high school and bachelor in same university. He wasn’t children in university as a nerd but was chosen as an athlete and was kept in every sports that was played in the collage .
Our houses weren’t far away. It was just a km away so he head to my home in weekends mainly. I was living with my grandpa because my parents died in a car accident. But whenever  he came in my home he never used to ask me about them cause he had his own problem and it would have made him sad.


After our graduation, I basically liked dancing and I had to rum my home so I had to  join a bar,while he joined army. Even though we were far away from each other, we usually wrote letters to each others telling how we were doing. But I could not tell him I was selling my body dancing nude in the night bar. By his letter I found out he was the worker. Even though he never said he was the worker but he said

I carry logs, guns and used to cook food in the camp. And I always respect my captain.he us the best captain un the whole US army.

I cried how he was used as an idiot.
One day he came for a week vacation from Vietnam where he was kept. He cane to my home and asked for me to my grandpa . He came in the bar and saw people throwing money at me at my body. After seeing that he couldn’t resist and beat those people. I took him out of the bar and scolded him. I told him never to talk with me. I think that was the greatest mistake of my life.
Even though I said him not to talk with me he always sent me letter every week but I dumped them. In one letter he probably have told me about getting felicitated by president and had pleaded me to come in the ceremony ( I might have disposed that too) cause I saw him in TV . Seeing him I turned off the TV and went out. That was my anger with him. Not really anger but I neglected him even though he wanted to get near me. He was getting awards while I was an addict. I started using drugs and got used to sex. I got caught by police. Knowing I was caught by police he came to free me . I didn’t wanted him seeing again so I slapped him and told him to never come in my life again. He wished me happy Birthday and gave me a diamond necklace .I took that and was about to throw  in the pond he said not to throw as it cost him 3 months salary i.e. 4500$.I said

You stupid. You can get this in 1500. You are such an idiot.

I turned back and left.
I was in my addiction. I was feeling weak day by day. People used to call me whore, bitch, slut…..I had no prestige. Slowly got tensed because of drugs. So I tried to suicide but I couldn’t. The next day my grandad died getting struck by the car. I was all alone now. I quited drugs.
One day I opened the TV . It was all Olympic games going on. USA on the top of the list. To my surprise I saw John there in 100 m race. He won the race and pulled his shirt out. There was written something. “For my beloved grandma and Lcuy”. I cried seeing that and said he still don’t know how to write my name. Even though humans were evolved millions of year back, many people like Buddha,Jesus,Hitler,and Osama are born but none is born like him.
After two weeks I went to hospital to check up. I had found his cell number and have called him. When he will come I will purpose him for marriage . I know he wouldn’t say no to me or will he? But how can I tell him I have AIDS? Certainly i would tell him one day. But I know he would be happy to see me after 9 years.
My teardrop fell on the paper. I shut her eyes and hugged her.

And yeah I would have certainly married. But I wish if you could call my name for one last time.

I took the book and necklace and buried her.

Inspired from Forrest Gump


The Mirror

I think I’ll manage your room here .


I looked up holding my head. She was smiling . we entered room no 8.


It was time for bed. Clearly it was dark out with not much houses around or the street lights. And it was my first day, the hostel warden came with me along my room.

Lucy,by the way if you need anything I am right down the hallway. You can call me anytime. I’ll be right there . You are alone here and its just the beginning of the boarding so theres not much students but Sara that blonde gal , you probably have seen her in the class today is right behind your room. So sleep safely.

OK. Alright

Beth,the warden switched off the lights and closed the door. I was clearly not in the mind of sleeping so I woke up from the bed and went near the window. Everybody does so when they feel alone and thats what i did. I took the curtains by side and opened the window. Strong cold breeze was out. Ssssshh and all that thunder lightening. I stared out for a while , and began to think about my family my dad, mum, Adam by lil brother and my sweet dog Mary with whom I play all day. It was so happy a day before and today I am here. I felt so sad about leaving my home. As I was lost in thought staring out ,something struck my cheek. It was so quick and I was in such pain. I quickly turned the bed lamp on. I saw a mite lying upside down. I cursed that mite in pain and crushed it with a book near the table.

Eat it bitch.

I touched the wound and found out my hand was full of blood. I thought I better look at the mirror and went to switch the lights on. I did and went to see in mirror. I stood up neat the mirror and saw there was a crack in the shape of B in it. It was in the right side of it . I ignored it and saw my wound. It was a little cut in my right side and to my surprise the wound marked rough b in it. I was scared i rubbed my eyes and saw again. It was rough b. I managed to get it out of my thought and remembered what warden said about first aid box which was found under bed. The bed was large and it was covering large area so light cannot enter inside it so I took a torch and moved inside of it. I was just stating to get in to my surprise a saw a figure lying down still . I saw a mite running towards me. I slammed that out of the bed and slowly and steadily went inside. I was creeping and crawling towards it. I was really scared with that as it was not moving and was covered with sleeping grown. I went so close towards it but I couldn’t feel its breath. I bravely moved towards it and saw long hair. I was shivering ,my hands were shivering. In great fear i tried to move her. As  I was touching her shoulder , the head turned towards me slowly. It was of Beth and her face was full

of blood coming from a small wound from her right cheek . She was smiling and I cried in fear just to wake up from my dream.
I hurriedly woke up. My breath was high and i was so much afraid. I turned the bed lamp on. The window was open and thundering was on. Cold breeze was coming inside. I was caught in fear. I stood still for some minutes and  regained my breathe. Then I thought about my dream and suddenly looked below the bed with the torch. Nothing was there. The book I used to kill the mite in the same place before i came in bed and last I touched my cheek. To my surprise my right cheek had got the cut. I woke up from bed and lighted the switch on and went to see the mirror. The mirror was cracked the same way I saw in the dream. My cut had same B mark in it but was like it was some days earlier. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it. I thought of being fresh and opened my eyes. I saw a mite was coming towards me in mirror. I ducked it and that went straight into mirror and got pasted. I hurriedly left the room towards washroom. I went in and closed the door and leaned to the door for a while. I was surprised what was goin on with me. I sat on the floor for sometime and thought of washing my face. I washed my face and rubbed my eyes and looked at the mirror. I was shocked to see the same B crack in it. My heart began to pound . I  thought of touching it then I heard a scream coming from outside. I opened the washroom and heard the scream again. It was coming from the room beside mine. It was Sara’s room. 3rd cry and it hit me that some thing was wrong. I slowly went towards the room along the hallway . it was dark and the only light was my torch. I checked all my step slowly and safely. As I crossed my room, I heard of something breaking down from Sara’s room. It was sound of the mirror . It was scary . Slowly I got to her door and all i was doing was sweating . I cracked the door lil open and called her name ‘Sara. You fine girl. Sara’. I opened the door open and it was the only sound out there. I took the touch and lighted it inside. As the light flew I saw a mite coming towards me in full speed . I hurriedly closed the door and hold it tightly for some time. Then I thought of Sara and opened the door again. I sincerely walked inside. I pointed the torch to the way i was heading. It was dark and the only light inside was coming from the open window. I switched on the light and saw Sara standing near the mirror with her blonde hair badly messed. She looked horrifying . I looked for her word and only thing that was coming was her cry. I couldn’t go near her and instead looked at he mirror. It had the same rough B crack like I had in my room. I called her from the back . she cryingly turned towards me. I  asked  her why she was crying and she showed me her face. I shouted as the face was full of blood and she was smiling. She had the same cut like mine. I hurriedly ran out but got struck by the door.

Lucy. Hey let’s go. Its time for the bed now. Its your first day here and I would probably get you to your bed now. Take your belongings ,your bags everything. Cmon its up.

Beth called me from the study room . I was lost in my thoughts. I was scared what happened to me some time ago. I just thank god that it was dream . I was in fear so I didn’t respond to her just quietly got up from the bench moved towards her. On the way i was tripped down near the door and my head banged in it. Oh “looked like little Lucy fell down hahahha.” I woke up and looked back I saw the blonde gal . It was Sara. I ignored her and went with Beth. I was moving silently and she was talking about he boarding. I didn’t give shit bout her and was rubbing my head. Suddenly she stopped and said “I think I’ll manage your room here. I looked at her she had a faint smile and it was room no 8.