<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163217481111081281</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:21:42.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163217481111081281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyfactor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThinkTank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738079493442008203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163217481111081281.post-1112092304917778211</id><published>2007-04-08T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:49:32.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;on the way :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Depressed Ankit again raised hand to someone “Please help me, didn't eat anything since two days”. “Go Away” he responded..”Why don't you go and work somewhere?”And car door closed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Innocent Ankit is on the way, feeling guilt about running away from home,but how could he managed to not to do so? Why should he have been there to feel discarded by aunt ?Was he supposed to wash dirty clothes, clean home , and beaten up by drunken Uncle for no reason?In the world, he dreamed to have good people also, who could understand his sorrow. Is this his mistake of not having parents?Is he responsible for that train accident in which his parents died? He thought to get shelter somewhere. He wish if he could have not dropped the plates from restaurant where he was working as a servant today, Owner charged for all plates, and he lost the job. But how he could have managed, , he was feeling very sleepy because of no home to sleep, and hunger were playing a criminal role to let him sleep. It was his first day after running away from so-called-home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; Dirty clothes, wearing half shirt, sorrow on face, not having bath for days, he was just going on the way to find some shelter, at 11 O'clock in night. To whom should I explain my story? Who will believe me?Is there any God ? People are liar. There is no God , if God is , then can he send food to me... and many more questions unanswered to him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;(This is inspired by someone, from one of the poor villages in a developing country)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163217481111081281-1112092304917778211?l=storyfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storyfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1112092304917778211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163217481111081281&amp;postID=1112092304917778211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163217481111081281/posts/default/1112092304917778211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163217481111081281/posts/default/1112092304917778211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyfactor.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-way.html' title='On the way....'/><author><name>ThinkTank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738079493442008203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163217481111081281.post-2122320404940594214</id><published>2007-04-08T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:44:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ady was planning for his monthly budget as this is the salary day to him. He has to pay children's fee, her daughter Jacky is asking for bicycle this month, landlord is demanding for more from this month, but no body cares even if Ady's shares are going down or gasoline prices are reaching new record heights.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In the office, local politics is playing a negative role for his due promotion.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“That mistake was not of mine, it was some one else's. Why don't people understand it?anyway, lets see what happens tomorrow. “he whispered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ady has been busy in his daily life struggles and in this day to day struggle for life , when time slipped away, couldn't be realized. Now at the age of 40 , he is thinking as if it were possible for him to take that risk in life and could have moved to his loving field. That field was perfect for him , why his father denied for it. In his father's opinion , that job was not of much respect in society. But why didn't he understand every work is respectable and equally important.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;January 26, 2001, massive earthquake in India, so many families affected. Ady was one of them who suffered.He didn't imagine tomorrow will turn  this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163217481111081281-2122320404940594214?l=storyfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163217481111081281/posts/default/2122320404940594214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163217481111081281/posts/default/2122320404940594214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storyfactor.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-waiting-for-you.html' title='Life is waiting for you'/><author><name>ThinkTank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14738079493442008203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
