The Story Teller (s) -
Part 5
Listen frankly, I really regret I started this
Bcoz, ever since I chanced upon on Oliver
I thought he kept creating chances for us to meet !
And he blamed me for creating those chances !
In short he thought,
I was creating our so called ‘chance’ meetings
And I thought it was he who was somehow creating situations
to force me into ‘chance’ meetings with him
This entire game of “chance”
Was getting onto my nerves !
But then
The audience ?
They were enjoying it
They were even applauding
Our ‘chance’ meetings and our chance debates
We were getting popular
It was like a Lucifer and God debate
The only problem was we both kept
Exchanging roles
If sometimes he was Lucifer and I was playing God
The situation soon changed
Where he was God and I was the condemned Lucifer
Believe me
it was crazy
Because both of knew
It was but a zero sum game
We both were mortal
We both had the death sentence written down
Even before our death
Why death ?
Even our chance encounters, we suspected were all planned
Was anyone else out there ? pushing us towards each other ?
Oliver looked at me & I did likewise
We both got back to our comic strips
He was busy drawing comic strips for Lee Falk
I was busy drawing comic strips for Edgar Rice Burroughs
We could hear thunder
a storm was brewing
The Story Teller (s) - Part 6
The nature outside was at its wildest, it was a tropical typhoon. The monsoon rains were pouring, the skies were flooding, it was torrential downpour, the clouds collided and thundered, unleashing murderous, villainous flash lightening backed with big divine nuclear bomb like sounds that almost signalled apocalyse the dystopic ambience was completed with strong circular winds bending down even huge banyan trees to their trunks ( with many trees giving up and getting uprooted or loosing major branches to the natural fury) - despite the severity some village folks were still caught outside scurrying, scampering to reach their destination even as their umbrellas were getting virtually whipped out of their hands by the sheer vengeance of the collective force of nature.
While the village folk feared the worst, Mr. Twist & the other Mr. were totally composed, calm ( as seasoned chess players ), engrossed & coldly playing russian chess - as they mulled how they could destroy the other .
The Story Teller (s) - Part 6
The nature outside was at its wildest, it was a tropical typhoon. The monsoon rains were pouring, the skies were flooding, it was torrential downpour, the clouds collided and thundered, unleashing murderous, villainous flash lightening backed with big divine nuclear bomb like sounds that almost signalled apocalyse the dystopic ambience was completed with strong circular winds bending down even huge banyan trees to their trunks ( with many trees giving up and getting uprooted or loosing major branches to the natural fury) - despite the severity some village folks were still caught outside scurrying, scampering to reach their destination even as their umbrellas were getting virtually whipped out of their hands by the sheer vengeance of the collective force of nature.
While the village folk feared the worst, Mr. Twist & the other Mr. were totally composed, calm ( as seasoned chess players ), engrossed & coldly playing russian chess - as they mulled how they could destroy the other .
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