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How To Operate a Teleport You will need: One lucky penny Space and time of your own A good chair An excuse You must Not: Have a faint heart. Use Magic. IF you are sitting comfortably you may begin. A penny for your thoughts. Catch your own train of thought, this is cheaper off peak. Ride that train until you have bypassed the event horizon. You are now lost in your own thoughts, and a satnav will not help you. To return blink three times. You have travelled one way, in time not space. Was your journey really necessary? By Richard Stephenson

A Fine Romance Meeting in the canteen was a calculated axiom of fate, my gaze being a constant variable in the equation. “ Aren’t we a right pair?” I said. You giggled.” I figure we’ll be married before summer.” I wasn’t a fraction out. Our marriage was a developing proof, with new terms and responsibilities that required multiple formulae. We quickly discovered love transcends mere equations; it's an intricate blend of trust, communication, respect, and shared experiences multiplied over time. Despite our different functions, our personalities graphed together like parallel lines, intersecting at the angle of the heart and reducing conflict to almost zero. Jungle Instincts 1 In the boutique we jostled for dominance at the clothes’ rail. “Oh, Leone, you’d never dare wear that,” Diana said, her smile challenging. We sprinted toward the fitting room, barrelling past customers. I imagined myself in the disco, turning heads like sunflowers as I hunted prey. The fitting ro...

  "Seeking salvation" “Back when?” the voice queries. Loud coughing is heard. “Yesterday,” she answers.  “How did it go?” the voice continues. “Glad to have attended the Kumbh. You know how religious we are,” she says. Persistent coughs continue. “Just hold on,” she mutes the phone. “It's so irritating! Take her to the other room,” she tells her son. “Grandma wants to talk to you,” the son retorts. She ignores him and continues. “Feels good to have washed off all that Karma,” she gushes on the phone. The chronic coughing gets louder. “Will you be quiet!” she screams at her wheelchair bound mother-in-law.

Ties: Fractured and Unfractured' She tiptoed to her two-year-old daughter, who was fast asleep. Sitting by her side, she took her hand, the tiny fingers instinctively twitching around hers, as if pleading. She choked up, eyes moist, overwhelmed with grief and guilt. Fighting back tears, she gently freed her hand, picked up her belongings, and headed for the door. This time, she appeared determined to leave her failed marriage behind and start life afresh with her newfound love, who would be waiting for her at the bus stop. There was no time to waste. It was now or never, and she knew the answer. Vijai Pant India

Addicted By Michael Field My wife complains that I am addicted to the internet, especially Facebook, saying I am self-destructively doomscrolling. I protest that I am not addicted, I can stop anytime! It is just that my friends reside in there. Yes! My friends convene in Facebook - along with some fascinating strangers. And a host of not so interesting strangers. And pitiful people who desperately need their grammar and spelling corrected. Oh! There are scores of obnoxious pontificators whose views infuriate me until my cursor heads for the X. Then, one of my friends likes one of my posts and the cycle repeats!

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