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I fell down and fainted. When I opened my eyes, I found myself on a bed which was placed inside a room. The room was like a glass jar, surrounded by pale red lamps the outer space was totally visible through the glass walls. The lights were so dim that I was not able to see the kinds of stuff clearly. I stood up from my bed and paced towards the left corner. The rare view of the solar system and its neighbours held me spellbound. The night sky adorned by the twinkling stars, floating planets, flying comets and burning sun controlling all under his heating power like the oldest of all wise. The moon glowed so soft as if was calling me for a convincing ride. They all were just waiting for me and for my answers. I  wish that the dangers would not have chased me in that situation, then I  never had to think to prevail my steps on the moon, appealing for the ride. But I had to find the answers to many questions.
I felt the sound of some footsteps nearing to me. Besides the doors, the shadows were increasing in size. The aliens as I guessed were excepted to be tall and tough. Anon, I jumped on the bed and pretended to be sleeping. With my eyes mildly open, I caught two puffed toys doodling around, they were as short as Lucia. They were sweet too. They observed me carefully and turned again to some friendly gossips. I called them as they seemed to be friendly. They with their small doodling legs cutely, with beautiful smiles on their faces came to me. I asked their names, in an amateur English tone they replied ‘Sqiena is me and this is Screw’. I shook my hands with theirs and introduced myself. In nimble of time, we became good friends. After a conversation of more than 2 hours, the went out of the bed shouting ‘ The king is good’. Strange things were happening to me. I was curious about the king.

My brain knocked every door of possibilities to get the answer of ‘Good King’. When I caught up my mind thinking so hard about the KING, my heart ordered it to rest. ‘Good Night’, I greeted myself tough the night was not as exciting and thrilling as the previous one. And I was driven to my dreamworld while sleeping. When I rose out of my bed in the morning it was like ‘Once in a blue moon’…………………………

                                                                                     -Sasai Chandra Kumar.
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