Thou created, shall speak of mate
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It is funny in the human realm that if one is sad gives the best teaching; if heart-broken gives the best advice' if poisoned gives the best antidote.
It is funnier that humans find light in those people who they don’t even like.
It is more-funnier that how human face lacks of words in a very important scenario.
It is funnier most that one second of happiness is converted in bunch sad songs in a matter of second.
Here the goodness level is got in the so high level that now humans don’t even accept the small gesture of kindness. They wish to see the oceans of goodness like honesty, calmness, patience, love, emotions all in one otherwise the other person is considered as fake.
If a person has one bucket of rice, one bucket wheat and two buckets of almonds, cannot he can supply only one in more quantity? Then why cannot they accept if somebody has small hands of 'love' and 'patience' and one big hand of 'care', that person can share the 'care' to the society. There must be a person who has all but just missing the amount of care in his life.
Why cannot humans trust us a little?
Oh, yes. Little is now not in their dictionary. They are big people now.
We angels have that job to guide the humans to the point where your presence is needed. We are here to maintain the equilibrium of the universe.
Either you believe or not, we will do what we have to do. It is our jobs, as don’t forget,
“What you are seeking; is seeking you”.
“Donna said to the elder wise man.
Rumours said he is the only present in the council who has a human body.
He still can age if he do not take care of his super natural powers.
Super natural as in for the normal but all 'super' is once normal. He keeps his body in bay and do strong and efficient work on his body.
"You angels are too innocent for the outer worlds. There are things in the outer world that can seize and use you, also in the name of love" the wise man said.
"You will never know if you don’t get chance. Not every being is harsh not every devil is harm" Donna said smiling.
The old man nodded and turned his back on her, "Thou created, shall speak of mate".
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Donna eyes opened.
Her heart swells on the past memories. That was the time when she had her powers and her name was not corrupted in the soil of UNIX.
But she thought how can she overcome this pain?
How can she save herself from the guilt, she never thought as a crime?
How can she prove her innocence?
And what is she cannot prove? Will she...
“Donna”
“Donna”
Damien is shouting for the hundredth time, or he thought. A man like him who use the words as if they are limited in numbers, had already crossed the century in his mind shouting her name.
“Yes master” Donna replied standing.
Master, he murmured to himself. He smiled to himself, for thinking all the kinky plays at once. Donna not aware of the fact that her address of master is appeased both Damien and his junior; they both stood straight.
“I wanted to ask some personal questions to you” Damien said.
Donna saw him continuously a while and then nodded.
“What is..” Damien started but was interrupted by a maid.
“Mr. Knight, Miss. Eliza is here with her son”
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