For the first time I wrote the title before I keyed in a single word of my story. Isn't it usually the other way around? Or had I got it all wrong? While I was grappling with all these, I figured that I had reached halfway down my story. You must be wondering what I am talking about. I am talking about the story that will be unfolding soon in your mind. The story about writing the title before the story. Think about it. Is there really a theory behind this whole process? Something that can help me write better? Or will. It help you read better? Think.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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