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Unfinished Story...



I looked at my elegant TITAN watch on the wrist of my left hand. It was seven. Quarter past seven. And as I looked at it, I could hear the faint ticking of my wall clock, followed by intense silence. I was thinking. These ‘thinking periods’ that I often went through were deep moments, during which all of my senses went numb. Only my brain was active during these minutes, and only the words inside it were audible to me. 

Then slowly, as I began to release myself from this over-whelming silence, I raised my hand in the air and shouted out loud. “That’s it!” I couldn’t bear the wait any longer. I felt something boiling inside me. And that, my friends, was the very famous rage of mine which you must surely be aware of if you want develop an understanding for some of the very crazy things you are going to hear from me in the future. 

I was an ordinary common man living in the busy city of Pune in India.  I said ‘I was’. I had no special talents or unique traits that differentiate the extra-ordinary from the rest of the world. I was a very simple man with no aspirations or dreams of becoming wealthy and well-known. But, dear reader, do note that I am using the past tense in these sentences about my personality and reputation, which have now remarkably changed. The story that you have now turned a page to read is all about the incident that changed my entire life: everything.

Well, I would like to take a sentence from this book to introduce myself. My name is Murthy, Satya Murthy. (I’m not as great as Mr. Bond, but I’m trying my luck to get popular with you!) I was a Software Engineer working in MADELLYNE. I shared a small cabin with one of my colleagues. And that was where this story began.

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