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            THE MAIL Mr.RobertDawson receives the box in the mail, with no return address. A plan brown box wrapped in even browner tape, his address handwritten on the front of the box in an unfamiliar writing; scribbled in magic marker, almost childishly. He takes the box from the front doorstep and brings it inside. Then the man was distracted by an urgent phone call. So he forgets all about the box. Soon, it was late afternoon, and soon enough his wife and children came home. So it was early evening, stars started blooming into the sky. As soon as he gets the chance to take a look at the box. His wife Ms.Alita Dawson and children Lira and Joseph were in living room watching TV, the children gathered the carpet probably in the center - causing proximity to the television, meanwhile his wife was sitting on sofa. The box was placed in the corner of the kitchen. Mr.Dawson was standing there in the kitchen and was staring at the box. "What are you looking at?" Alita says from

        THE LOST VINTAGE Rupert wington a common man in his late 30’s living in urban but with its roots in rural. Vandoi, the village from where Rupert belonged. He was born there and brought up in cities for education and settlement. The vandoi village was unique and special from others. Though all villages are special but in vandoi something’s were different. The story of vandoi started two generations before rupert. It starts from rupert’s grandfather Mr. peter wington. He was the one who lead to the formation of this kind of unique village. He was a collector by profession and farmer by passion. Once he went on a visit to the places were only few people were living. It was like nucleus in an atom. Peter went there and got the whole visit of village. At that time the village was not much known, there was no particular name of the village. It was generally addressed by nearby places. When he finished the visit he fell in love with

The Sentry Once  a sentry was guarding a palace. "Left! Right! Left! Right!"he would mutter as he marched to and fro, thinking of his super, which, being Thursday ,would be roast beef  and Yorkshire pudding. Had it been Friday , supper would be steamed fish. The soldier would not like that supper much. One day a naughty soldier tried to start a revolution. "will you join me?" he asked the sentry. "I am afraid not,"he replied. "Today is Thursday. I could not miss my supper of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. If  you had asked me on Friday , i might have." All the other soldiers thought the same way and the revolution failed. Which shows that if you want to start a revolution , you should pick your day carefully.