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‘Once in a blue moon’ my eyes noticed the dining table graced by the eatables placed on it. Designed meticulously with woods of teak, embossed with diamonds and with all other necessities that made it my privilege to have breakfast on it. But I felt of being made ‘Scapegoat for a cause’, well I guessed that. The appetizers smelt so delicious that my mouth started watering. I started eating, I made sure that I halved the work of the maid. I also tried to save water by licking my fingers! Then, while gazing at the stars and their mystic beauty my ears heard the voice of a bold man. It was not a man, it was an alien. It was tall and with hair of black, he himself dropped inside. I felt a bit uncomfortable.  The man came straight and crouched on his knees. He asked me to head to the ceremony. After being treated so well, graced with good ideas I continued. I was led to a stage. A large crowd was around the stage all were in joy, as I came in front, they greeted me with cheerful faces. I got to know that I was to be crowned. I felt euphoric, I was speechless, my cheeks smiled.
But suddenly appeared an old alien with a grey beard and spectacles on nose. He was in a hurry and was tensed. He came up and spoke to that tall alien. The intentions of that man seemed to be problematic which turned the expressions of the devout alien to that of a hostile one. With a troublesome feeling, I took a step backwards but they grabbed me. They took me to a lab, without being late he put a drop of a colourless liquid on me. I did not feel anything. They told me that if I am their king then a small portion of my forehead will turn white. But it did not, they were not too bad as they dropped me to my home. I told thank you to all. I hugged Sqiena and Screw. And the spacecraft was launched. I carried new and sweet memories and a positive image of the aliens in my mind. My tears dropped from my eyes, their hospitality filled my heart with feelings. Shortly after, I landed in the yard. I came to my home. I had no more energy. I went onto my bed, looked at a star and waved my hands as if my two little friends were looking at me, waving their hands.

I got up and went straight to brush, my speech was not ready yet. I washed my face and I found my forehead with some white patches. I tried to wash my forehead but the patches still stuck on my forehead. Oh! I was the king. I was happy but still, I found it good to live with my family. All woke up with the cry of the ‘sweet witch’. My face glowed it pride unrevealed.


                                                                                            -Sasai Chandra Kumar.

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