You would've got the drift already. No I am not against any of them. But then everyday when you are pitted against these on the most taxing projects, one does tend to feel a bit apprehensive. The most frightening encounters are when you come across souls who use these deviously to decimate your ideas. If your concept is right then the strategy is wrong or vice versa. Something like a yin and yang tussle. If you get them right then your day is made. Then you stand a better chance to beat them at their own trade.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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