By Soma Bose
“Look!” my friend shouted.
I turned, bewildered, and looked at the debris. I dragged out some scattered sand with the help of a few sets of hands.
It was a dead city. I was following the sketch drawn on the map my grandfather handed me before his last breath.
We found a roof top terrace, which was partially broken on its right side. My friend discovered a passage beneath it. We reached the end of the passage and the unimaginable occurred. It was hard to accept an old time machine instead of huge sparkling gems that my forefathers kept for me!
I am a hopeless author with lots of boring imagination but still my pen insists me to write down something,
this is my appeal to my readers, if you read my stories, think twice before add your likings to it and if you
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