The Scrapbook

   Abhish was sitting near the garden area reading a small scrapbook. 5 to 6 pm was the only time he could spend alone reading this scrapbook.Even as the cold breeze caressed him he felt uneasy as a girl was staring at him standing in front of him.The girl had that mocking smile on her face which made Abhish gasp some more deep .She said that she wanted to talk to him,he without looking at her said he was not interested and buried himself inside the book.But she did not move an inch ,he said please go i will talk to you in 15 minutes.She agreed and sat next to him.No matter how much you try to make a girl not to come in your life,she would enter your life your life leave it with a deep scar on your heart like an arrow.He finished reading the book ,smiled to himself and stood up to leave  .She said where are you going.He said its 6 o'clock .She was still smiling and with a grin said "you will come tomorrow right?". He felt frustrated and stormed towards the main building . A Sister called him and asked why he was upset. He said "That girl is annoying me". She knew it very well about it ,but she looked there anyway ,that girl was not there . Sister said that she would go away soon. He was still not convinced but anyway went along with sister to his room.
The front of the main building read State mental hospital.

Theories III : Tiny Anecdotes

This evening I wanted to have some one sided talk with my brother, means no arguments, only listening from my side. He was writing something. I eased myself in front of him. I started, "Tell me something which is creative, nice, marvellous, brilliant, fruitful etc."

 He stared at me & said," 'Tell me' what?"

"Which is creative…"

"Okay...Okay… actually I was writing some small stories."

"How small?"

"Up to 2 sentences."

"Interesting…."

"Listen. There was a man named Ernest Hemingway. His friends challenged him to write a six-word story. He accepted and wrote this story….

"For sale: Baby shoes, never worn."  

This story became famous which led Smith Magazine to launch project named Six-Word Memoirs.

Now this trend has grown very beautifully. Today I visited Quora in search of short stories. I thought there may not be much activity in that field, but, what I saw was really worth clapping.  There was too much crowd in that arena. Also, I rediscovered that most of the people in the world are not bullshit. Everyone is creative.

There's a suspense story I got on web,

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

Written by Fredric Brown for his short film "Knock".

Another version is written by Ron Smith like this,

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door..."

This is it. Actually, a week ago I didn't know that there is a separate world for tiny stories and too many enthusiasts are living in that world."

"Did you write some stories?" I asked.

"Yes, some bullshit stuff. They are ridiculously hopeless."

"It's okay. Just narrate them."

"Okay….

While trying to hang myself after failing in exam, my neighbor increased volume of the song 'Let it go'.

Next one….

There was one more figure behind me in my selfie photo which I captured alone.

Last one….

He wanted to kill the beast, but the beauty killed him."

"I didn't understand last one."

"I won't explain either."

Next minute, he handed me his laptop and told me to read such stories.

40 freaking creepy ass two sentence stories
'the last man' : other versions.
twentytwowords.com
21 Chilling Two-Sentence Horror Stories to Creep You Out
below link is to Quora where you will find more links....
What are some good 7-word stories?

The Highest Paying Programming Languages You Should Learn, Ranked By Salary

Computer programming has quickly become one of the most lucrative industries in the United States. In fact, the average salary for a computer programmer just hit an all-time high as it approaches $100,000. But, there are some languages and skill sets that are more valuable than others,and Quartz has compiled some data to break down these differences.

Quartz's Max Nisen pulled out some figures on the most valuable programming languages based on a larger study from the Brokings Institution that was published in July.

Based on that data, here are programming languages listed next to their average annual salary from lowest to highest:

12. PERL - $82,513

11. SQL - $85,511

10. Visual Basic - $85,962

9. C# - $89,074

8. R- $90,055

7. C - 90,134

6. JavaScript - $91,461

5. C++ - $93,502

4. JAVA - $94,908

3. Python - $100,717

2. Objective C - $108,225

1. Ruby on Rails - $109,460

While some of these coding languages can help you earn around $100,000, train to become a Salesforce Architect if you want one of the highest paying jobs in tech. According to data from IT recruiting firm Mondo that was published back in March, Salesforce Architects can earn anywhere between $180,000 and $200,000.
Related : Nerd Enagage

The Petrichor

I received the phone which was crying for the attention. A voice from other side said, "Is your hotel free next to next weekend?" I replied positively. The voice said, "Well then, we want to reserve it for the college reunion." I said OK, and noted down his details. But, the very next moment I hung up, I felt as if I know this person.

I watched almost 40 summers in my life. Up to age of 26-27, everything was smooth. Living with parents & a younger brother in Bangalore, with a job in business firm. But, I lost my whole family in an accident. Everything in my life went dark. I felt I have no reason to live. Soon, I got rid of all responsibilities. I resigned job, gave whatever I had & earned. Even I wanted to end the responsibility of myself, but I felt it's too cowardly act. I cut all connections with that life and moved to Mumbai with Rs.10,000 in pocket. After much ups and downs, now I'm a receptionist in a hotel. I don't know whether my friends & relatives tried to search me.

Coming back, I typed his name in social network site [where I had only 10 friends], soon I recognized him. He was my classmate in college. Oh god, it's ridiculous. My friends are coming for reunion, that too in my hotel. Bloody hopeless coincidence. I checked his wall and discovered that there was more than a cent likes for the reunion post. Shit is happening. After many years a ghost began to lurk in my mind.

I'm not sure whether to attend or not. A conflict between hiding and flying, or its Batman vs. Superman within. I didn't know which act will be coercion & which other could be signed up……

If I go there, my friends will surely recognize me and take me to my native, which makes me to return to the former life. If I don't go, then it's differently different. Both have same effect on me. I had to make my decision. Because it is either or neither. No intermediate decision.

As days passed, eventually the thought of "attending party" got settled in heart and "not attending the party" got resided in mind. What started as conflict of thoughts has desolately turned into a quarrel between mind & heart. Hopefully not a war. Still couldn’t break the deadlock. Reunion day was getting nearer.

Finally the day has arrived. I took leave that day. The party was at 7 evening. Now it's 5pm. Still, the confusion baltering between my mind & heart. Either I have to go to the party, otherwise the usual weekend beach visit. Everything is blurring. I sat on my bike. My hand was wet as well as trembling due to nervousness  while inserting key. I kick started the bike and started to drive. I drove and drove, not knowing where to go, to be precise, I did not know to where I was driving. Just riding.

"Difference between mind and heart; your mind tells you the smart thing to do, while your heart tells you what you're going to do anyway,"

                                                                               -Unknown

EVERYTHING IS YOURS......

Lamp is yours, wind is also yours, hope this light not go away
Sea is yours, ship is yours, hope this life does not sink......

Mountain is yours, field is yours, let love spread and smile
let your shade and sunlight is uniform.....

A lightening over there, sky over here, to decorate you
a bird over there, a flower bud over here, are prayers to you

Sea is yours, ship is yours, hope this life does not sink....

A war slogan over there, sound of veena here, are both your echo

That great epic, this thoughtful poem, are both your voices...

Lamp is yours, wind is yours, hope this light does not go away

Sea is yours, ship is yours, hope this life does not sink....

                         -translation of a Kannada song 'Deepavu ninnade'