A voice cut through the dark empty space.
Sharp. Clear. Loud.
Not loud in sound — loud in presence. It did not rise. It did not strain. It simply arrived, and the silence rearranged itself around it.
"I am Samay."
There was no echo. Nothing dared to repeat the name.
"I am the endless Time."
The darkness did not tremble. It did not brighten. It only continued — because continuation was already in motion, when motion wasn't even a thing.
"I am like a wheel that never stops."
If one could see that wheel, it would not be forged of iron or carved from stone. It would not creak. It would not grind. It would turn without friction. Galaxies would spiral in its spokes. Nebulas would drift along its rim. Entire histories would cling to it like dust that believes itself permanent.
"I keep going."
A star ignited.
"I never tire."
That star aged.
"I never rest."
That star collapsed.
There was no shift in tone.
"Because of my movement, the world exists."
On a barren planet, fire cooled into crust. On that crust, rain fell. In those waters, something divided — once, then again, then without count. Time did not instruct it. Time did not design it. Time allowed it.
Moments stacked upon moments. That is all existence requires.
Without duration, there is no growth. Without growth, there is no structure. Without structure, there is no world.
Mountains rise because seconds accumulate into centuries. Rivers carve stone because minutes gather into ages. A child grows because hours refuse to freeze.
Time does not create mountains.
Time permits their rising.
Time does not carve rivers.
Time permits their erosion.
"I do not choose."
The wheel turned.
Empires declared themselves eternal. Kings lifted crowns and called their rule divine. Warriors lifted blades and believed the strike would echo forever.
Stone weathered. Crowns rusted. Blades dulled.
"I continue."
When Brahma begins a kalpa, a new cosmic day unfolding in radiance, Time does not begin with him. It was already flowing before the first syllable of creation was spoken. When Vishnu preserves, when Shiva dissolves — those acts move within duration. Even dissolution requires sequence.
When Odin hung upon Yggdrasil, pierced by his own spear in pursuit of wisdom, the sacrifice unfolded across measured nights. When Ragnarok arrives, it will not be outside Time. It will occur within it.
When Kronos swallowed his own children to resist prophecy, he remained bound to the very current he sought to escape. The devourer of gods could not devour duration.
When Lucifer tried to dethroned the very being that created his existence. When he launched the rebellion that shaped the heavens and hell, it all happened cause it has to happene in time.
Time does not argue with gods.
Time does not obey them either.
It moves.
A flower blooms. It does so because cells divide in order. It withers because order continues. The bloom is not separate from decay. The beginning is not separate from the ending.
"Everything is because I move."
The statement carried no pride.
Without motion, there is no before. Without before, there is no after. Without after, there is no change. And without change, there is no existence.
A heartbeat is only meaningful because it follows another. A word is only understood because it unfolds syllable by syllable. Even thought requires sequence.
Time is not an ornament to creation.
It is its framework.
The universe expands. Galaxies drift farther apart. Stars exhaust their fuel. Particles decay. Heat spreads evenly into quiet uniformity.
None of this is sudden.
It is gradual.
It is permitted.
"It will end."
The voice did not lower. It did not darken. It did not threaten.
It stated.
Just as there was a beginning — a singular ignition, a breath into nothingness — there will be a final silence. Not dramatic. Not theatrical. Complete.
Every beginning carries its ending within it.
The first spark of the cosmos contained its last fading ember. The first sunrise of Earth already leaned toward its final dusk. The first cry of an infant already walked toward its final exhale.
This is not cruelty.
This is structure.
A circle does not apologize for closing.
"There is an end to everything."
Mountains will fall. Oceans will vanish. The sun will dim. The fabric of space itself will stretch thin.
Even memory will dissolve.
The wheel does not crack. It does not shudder. It does not slow.
It turns.
Time is not an executioner. It does not raise a blade. It does not select victims.
It allows the sequence to conclude.
Yet endings do not occur without event.
A forest does not burn without flame. A civilization does not collapse without fracture. A star does not die without exhaustion.
An end is an arrival.
And arrivals are brought.
The voice did not pause for effect.
"This story is not about how the world began Or where it's end begun."
Creation has been sung in hymns. Written in scripture. Painted in temples. Carved into sacred stone.
"This is not a story of myth."
"This is not a story of a God."
A pause — not for drama, but for weight.
"This is a story of two mortals."
Blessed with strength that even gods would envy.
"This is their journey."
Their doubt.
Their defiance.
Their acceptance.
"This is the story of the questions they asked themselves… when no one else could answer."
The darkness slowly shifted.
Far away, at the edge of a quiet horizon, a thin line of gold appeared. Night did not protest. It stepped aside, cause it's his dawn.
The first ray of sun broke across the sky.
Soft. Relentless.
Day does not fight the night.
It replaces it.
"This is the story of a mortal named Arya… destined to become a God."
The sun rose higher.
"And of a mortal named Krish… destined to become something more."
Light spilled across mountains. Across cities. Across sleeping faces unaware of destiny stirring among them.
"This…"
The wheel turned.
"…is Krish."
A breath of warmth crossed the world.
"The First Hero."
Mumbai.
[National College of Science and Technology Research.]
NCSTR's Annual Seminar for Science and Research.
The grand hall was packed.
Students, reporters, faculty — all gathered in front of the massive stage. Along the sides, stalls displayed new tech, prototypes, machines quietly running their demos… but almost no one was looking at them.
All eyes stayed fixed on the stage. College professors and special guests sat in a neat row, adjusting their sleeves, exchanging small talks and pleasantries.
But the crowd wasn't here for them, nor for any celebrity that was coming.
The female announcer tapped the mic cleared her throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome our professor… our mentor… to give the opening speech of this seminar—"
A pause.
"Dr. Arya."
The hall broke into applause.
Not polite claps — loud, real ones. Some people even stood up.
From the side of the stage, he walked in.
Black suit. Clean. Simple.
Old, yes. But steady.
There was no hurry in his steps. No attempt to impress. Just quiet confidence… almost careless.
He reached the podium, adjusted the mic slightly, glanced at the crowd once.
"Good evening." He said calmly, with a hint of laziness.
The noise settled fast.
"Good evening, students… and my old friends."
A few smiles in the crowd.
"My name is Dr. Arya… as you already know."
Light laughter.
"You are sitting in one of the finest colleges in the world… attending a seminar that does not just contain technology…but also contains the future."
The hall went quiet again.
"Not just the future of India…"
"…but the world."
He rested one hand on the podium.
"But here… at this point… we should ask something simple."
His eyes moved across the crowd.
"Why are we doing this?"
A pause.
"Why are governments investing?"
"Why are private funds private equity is involved?"
"Why are companies spending so much on technology?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"And if you are smart…"
A faint smirk.
"…you already know the answer."
A few voices murmured it.
" Don't go philosophical, it's Money."
The hall laughed.
"Yes. Money."
He traced a small circle in the air with his finger.
"Someone gives you money to create something new."
"You create something new."
"You sell something new ."
"You earn from something new. "
"And then… you invest again, in something new."
His finger completed the circle.
"It's a cycle. That continues."
A small nod.
"A good cycle."
"It encourages people to push forward… to keep building… to keep trying."
Then his hand dropped.
"But…" The room become quiet a little.
"This cycle also has a problem." He looked at everyone.
"You have an idea."
"Something big."
"Something different."
" Something that has the potential that only you can see. And your negotiations skills are as good as the daily news channels in India." And everyone laughs
" Investor will say… no."
A pause.
"He is not wrong."
Arya shrugged lightly.
"It is his money."
"And no one's money is free…"
A beat.
"…except the money you find on the road."
Laughter again.
"You can call that luck…"
"…but who really cares."
He looked straight ahead.
"Your idea… before it becomes reality… is nothing."
A few faces tightened.
"Paper talk."
"A castle in the wind."
"And finding someone willing to fund something unrealistic…"
"…or idealistic…"
He exhaled softly.
"…is difficult."
"Sometimes impossible."
"Most people won't even listen."
He tilted his head.
"Why would they?" His tone free as ever.
"Why would a billionaire… or even a millionaire… give you his time, when he could spend it somewhere else?"
A slight pause.
"On a private jet…"
"…or enjoying life…"
"…instead of listening to nerds talking about some idealistic innovation or just a research on something useless."
A small shrug.
"Not exactly desirable."
The hall laughed louder this time.
Arya let it pass.
"That… is why this exists."
He tapped the podium once.
"This seminar."
"Here… you don't just talk."
"You show."
"You build."
"You present."
"You prove."
His voice steadied.
"What we can become… as a civilization."
Applause started again people cheered.
Soon the clapping faded.
" Now the official speech is over."
A few chuckles.
"Now we talk about the real thing."
He leaned forward just a little.
"It doesn't matter how bizarre your idea is."
"If it helps us move forward…"
"If it takes humanity one step ahead…"
"If it helps us evolve…"
"It is worth it."
A pause.
"It is worth trying."
"Not because it will make you rich…"
"Not because it will make you a millionaire or billionaire…".
"But because it helps us grow." And he looked at everyone.
" It's absolutely worth it. "
Silence.
" Because, without growth…"
"Without innovation…"
"Without evolution…"
His eyes held steady, no longer his casual lazy self.
"We will be left behind."
A breath passed through the hall.
"And remember this."
A final pause.
"Evolution… is the key to survival."
For a second, no one moved.
Then—
The hall erupted.
Louder than before.
Claps echoing across the walls. Some stood again. Some just kept clapping without stopping.
Arya didn't react much, just a casual look on his face.
"And now, the part where you ask questions."
Hands went up almost instantly. Some half-raised, some fully stretched, a few waving like they didn't want to be missed.
And soon a student got the chance.
A student stood up, a bit stiff, a bit existed gripping the mic like it's the world Cup.
"Good evening sir. I'm a big fan on yours." And hearing this people clapped, and Dr. Arya rasied an eye brow.
" Are you sure you that's the line for me." He said looking at the celebrity there, who just laughed it off. Everyone laughed, and the students continues.
" Sir… you said a lot about projects and technology… is there anything you wanted to build… but couldn't… because of lack of budget?"
A few murmurs. Some nods.
Arya paused.
Then he chuckled.
A small one.
He looked down for a second, then back up. Something softer passed across his face, something amusing.
"Well… first of all," he said, "I'm a biologist."
"So technology isn't exactly my forte."
The hall laughed.
He let it settle, then continued.
"Jokes aside…"
He rested his hand on the podium again.
"Yes. There was."
A small pause.
"You might be surprised…"
"…but it was the same research that later got me… and my old friend Rohit… a Nobel Prize."
The hall broke into applause again.
The same student leaned forward slightly, still holding the mic.
"Sir… is it your paper on Meta-Gene?"
Arya looked at him, then smiled faintly. A bit of nostalgia there.
"Yeah… that one."
A pause.
"Unless I forgot another paper that got me a Nobel Prize."
Laughter again.
The student smiled, a little more relaxed now.
"Yes, sir… that one. What's so special about it?"
Arya exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly.
"Another one… who didn't read the textbook."
The hall laughed louder.
He leaned in a little.
"Well…"
"Meta-Gene…"
He tapped the podium once.
"…is what I call the true potential of humanity."
The room quieted again.
"It's something… everyone has."
" it's like a lock."
"A lock that holds the key to human evolution."
His voice slowed a bit.
"Theoretically…"
"…it can turn a human… into something more."
"A manav… into Maha-manav."
The word sat differently in the air.
The student blinked, then asked—
"Like… a superhero?"
A few "ohh" sounds came from the crowd. Some laughed. Many leaned forward, wanting to know this.
Arya tilted his head slightly.
"You can guess why they pulled the funding."
The hall laughed again.
"Who would fund…" he continued, "the idea of a madman…"
"…that wasn't even proven back then?"
A pause.
"But I kept it."
"I kept working."
"Kept pushing."
"Kept going…"
"…even when my own friends didn't believe it."
He looked up again.
"And now… you've seen what happened."
Cheers broke out. Louder this time. Some clapped harder, some just nodded, impressed.
After a moment, the same student raised the mic again.
"Sir… what would happen… if someone actually activates it?"
"…or manages to open that lock?"
The noise died quickly.
Arya didn't answer immediately.
His face changed. Not much — just enough.
Thoughtful.
Quiet.
"I don't know."
No one spoke.
The hall went still.
He smiled, small smile and said.
" My old friend Rohit used to say It's a Pandora's box."
A few heads turned.
"No one knows what happens… when it opens."
He leaned a bit closer.
" Is could be goood or it could be even worse. You can nver know until tou opened it."
" And I myself partly agreed with him."
" I don't know many things about it, But I do know one thing."
A small pause.
"As long as Pandora's box stays closed…"
"…Pandora will keep wondering what's inside."
A faint smile.
"So will we."
He glanced at crowd.
" Our job is to studdy not to judge. We don't just believe what's written, we are people of science. We have to test it before saying it's impossible. Meta-gene is just small hurdle that we will pass at point."
Arya let out a small chuckle.
"And maybe…" he added, looking back at the students,
"…someone already has."
A beat.
"…and we just don't know it yet."
Silence again.
Then—
Applause.
Loud. Continuous. Speech was over, People stood again. Some exchanged looks, some whispered, some just clapped without thinking.
Arya stepped back slightly from the mic.
The sound filled the hall.
And far from the stage…
near the edge of the crowd…
a figure stood still.
Dark.
Unmoving.
Watching.
Himalayas, Nepal – 2022
Far from any city, and heavy settlement.
A man stood at the edge of a snowy cliff.
His turquoise eyes shined like a spotlight. His dhoulder-length hair moved in the calm cold wind.
He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun settle on his skin. The rising sun painting his face gold.
"Krishnaaa!" A name echoed in the valley, calling for him.
He looked back.
"I'm coming, Daadi!" he shouted back.
His voice echoing back across valley as well.
He looked at the sun and smirked.
"Wanna race?" And like accepting, sun shines brighter.
" It's on." He bent slightly.
Snow cracked under his feet.
And then he moved.
Fast.Too fast.
He jumped down, the top of the moutain shook, and he started running and trees become blurred.
Snow sprayed behind him. His speed wasn't that any mortal can content with, he was no ordinary human, he was something more.
He leaped over a stream, ran down a slope, dashed through forest like a streak of light. The forest felt too short for his speed, the mountain small. He kept on racing, he could see the sunlight, just few inches away from him.
He was almost ahead of the sunlight, the city was just in sight. Victory was just a small cliff away.
He jumped.
Airborne.
Then-
Something crossed his eyes.
A small passenger plane in the sky.
He glanced up.
His attention shifting.
He lost focus.
His feet slipped when he landed.
He rolled down a grassy slope.
Grass flew everywhere, a small dirt patch was flung in the air. His body rolled several time, and stopped in a clearing.
He lay there for a second, looking at the sky at the plane. His gaze shifted to the village where the sunshine has already taken his place.
"You won again," he muttered to the sun.
"Pure luck, if wasn't for the plane, I would have won.
He stood up, brushing himself off, ready to leave when his eyes caught a figure standing on nearby stone.
A small boy in Kashmiri clothes stood nearby, arms on his chest looking down at him.
Krishna raised an eyebrow, his face showing he knew he would be there, but didn't want to see him there.
"What did you see Chintu ?"
The boy, Chintu grinned. "Nothing, like always. Heard nothing, like always. Saw nothing, like always." And the boy unfolded his hands.
"But, I want something. Like always."
"You're becoming greedy, Chintu." Krishna walked towards him.
"I'm just feeding my stomach." Chintu said and saw what Krishna offered.
Krishna held out berry chocolates.
Krishna snatched one before offering, and the kid Chintu seeing this, raised his head.
" What's this? This is the third time this week that you raced the sun, and almost win." He crossed his arms.
" I need more." And hearing this, Krishna took back his candys and said to himself.
" Daadi was right, kids are demons." And he pocketed them.
"Let's go. I'll give you Bournvita."
"What's that?"
"You wanna be strong like me?"
"Obviously."
"Then you drink Bournvita."
They walked toward the village.
Krishna's house was small. Two floors. Stone and wood. Backyard with a fireplace.
He entered dramatically. "Daadi! I'm home!" He called. And old woman's voice came from the backyard saying the breakfast is in the table eat it. Krishna replied he will and entered the kitchen.
In the kitchen, he grabbed the two glasses, and started juggling it. Milk bottle spinning. Bournvita tin flipping. He was doing this fully focused and with ease.
When suddenly.
Chintu jumped in with a bang.
Krishna lost focus, and the metal glass slipped from his hand and made that classic sound of dishes falling.
Both froze.
Daadi stepped in with a broom in hand . "What happened? What fell? "
Krishna seeing the broom didn't think, pointed at Chintu instantly. "He did it." Daadi looked at Chintu broom raised.
Chintu gasped immediately takes a step back. "Don't talk nonsense I'm not even in the kitchen, and oh please. You were juggling like some circus uncle." Daadi shifted looking at Krishna.
Krishna immediately denied that. His whole confident vibe gone. In front of her, he was nothing.
" He is lying, it's on his face. You know how naughty kids are. I told him stop but he didn't listen, you know how he is, alwaya making a fuzz." Daadi looked back, Chintu didn't take this lightly.
" How am I? How are you? And I'm the one who makes a fuzz, did you forget who are you."
Krishna didn't want to get beaten, so he come up with a brilliant idea.
" Chintu stop lying. " Than he looked at Daadi, and said.
" Don't worry Daadi I'll take care of him." And he planed to take him out, and pretend teaching him a lesson saving both of them.
But who was Chintu. Chintu was an idiot, how could he understand the sceme of Krishna.
He just saw himself about to be surrounded by both Grandson and grandma.
He immediately started his offence, listing everything. How he races the sun, how he fall from the water fall, how he jumps cliffs, how he chases wolves and he tries to catch airplanes and spacialy that time when he fell from the cliff, he thought he was goner and he even saw him talking about going to city-
"Chintu! Get lost. " Krishna snapped, ready to beat this kid to death. This kid actually dare to say the truth even after eating his favourite chocolate. This Chintu was really filial, he has to teach him a lesson, but before that he need to handle this situation.
He was about weave a perfect lie to get himself out, but he seems to forgot who his Daadi was, before he could do that she grabbed his ear.
"Ow—Dadi!" Krishna immediately wailled, his superhuman feets was nothing in front Daadi.
"What you! What did chintu say, what we're you up to?"
" He is lying Dadi."
She tightened her grip. Krishna feeling his plane didn't work immediately adaptated emotional front.
" Dadi please, I'm your only grandson, why would I do that?" And Daadi instead of releasing tighten her grip, his emotional front didn't give slightest relief, instead it intensified it.
" Still lying, don't I know when my only grandson is lying. " Daadi knew his grandsom too well to fall for such tricks. Krishna has no choice but to beg her to let go.
" Daadi!! don't you remember you told me you won't hit me when I'm older."
" You remember this, but don't remember what I told about wolves? About mountains? And what's this racing the sun stuff ?" Rebuttal backfired .
"I wasn't racing." He twisted, trying to lessen the pain.
" What this about you being a goner?"
" Daadi listen what -" She didn't, his rebuttal didn't help.
" What did I say about going in the mountains and city? What did I told you about it."
"Ahh! Wolves will eat me! Mountains have ghosts! Dadi, PLEASE!" He tried one desperate attempt. Which, she finally let go.
He rubbed his ear, and subconsciously immediately made a distance from her.
" I just wanted to see the city? " he said quietly.
Dadi's face changed.
" What did you say?" He accidentally said what he wanted.
" Nothing." He immediately said when he noticed Daadi raising the broom high. He didn't know what to say to defend himself, Chintu has put him in a really dificult position, which he didn't know how to come back. Daadi was angry, and he really didn't have any idea how to dodge her broom. He saw no hope, so he accepted his defeat. And a defeated look on his face, and said in a quiet voice.
" Why can't I go to city?" Daadi clearly heard that.
" Are you questioning me?" Krishna instinctively takes a step back, but stoped, and stood firm for moment. Hie eyes become resolute, later he himself didn't understand where did he got the courage.
"All my friends left for the city. I'm stuck here. No phone, No job, No nothing. You told me you'll give me a phone when I'm big enough, how tall you want me to grow? I'm touching the celling. " And his voice soften.
" I don't even have anyone to talk with." And in this sentence even Daadi soften a little, her broom was lowered. Krishna didn't saw that, he was too immers in emotion which even affected Daadi a little. Maybe she was understanding what Krishna was trying to say. But maybe God didn't want this to happen, from a corner, chintu interjected, breaking the emotional flow.
" I'm your friend." And hearing this Krishna emotional flow totally broken, he glared at him his voice back.
" You hadn't gone yet." Krishna snapped. Chintu hid behind the door, poorly.
"Just tell me why I can't leave." His emotional flow was gone bit it still has some effect.
" You've grown too much. Now you question me?" She played the emotional card. It worked like a charm. Krishna immediately slowed down. He went on deep thought, maybe he had said too much. He looked at her, he wanted to say something more but he stopped himself. He didn't want to argue anymore. He turned and walked out.
He wander near a huge lake and sat on a rock, plucking petals from a flower, his mood wasn't good.
"You said too much," Chintu said.
Krishna threw the flower at his face. "It's your fault." Krishna even the voice of reson immediately put all the blame on Chintu.
" My fault how?"
"If you hadn't said me—"
" You are literally the one racing the sun, not my fault I saw you everytime you did it. And she is Daadi, she will eventually know. "
" Think about if the next door aunt that this Insted of me." This idiot has a point, but -
" Daadi wouldn't believe her, no one does. " And Chintu's reply was casual.
" No one also race's the sun Krishna." He got the point, Krishna didn't want to admit it but had to admit he is kinda right. He groaned and realise he didn't even bad breakfast yet" I missed momos. You know how tasty they are, Now who's gonna eat them, werewolves?"
"I can eat them."
Another flower hit Chintu's face even though Krishna wanted to trow rock instead, his frustation clear.
" I can eat them!" Krishna said in kid like voice.
" Get lost you idiot." Chintu didn't like that, he crossed his arm and turned.
"Fine than, I won't tell you the awesome news I got."
Krishna turned his interest picked "What news?" In this boring village anything can become interesting.
"Nothing what news I can know. I'm an idiot."
" Chintu just say it." Krishna said in annoyance, And in response, Chintu turned his face further, acting like the idiot he was.
Krishna sighs and said in most fake sweet voice, he reassure himself if didn't wanted to know the news he would never call him that.
" Hey dear genius chintu, what's that awesome news?"
Chintu smirked. "Okay but I want that Bournvita of yours, for ...umm three.." He said little undisided.
" Four days." Krishna said in English.
" Ok two days."
" Deal." Krishna immediately confirmed, he knew this idiot didn't understand English at all.
Chintu feeled tricked when he so readily agreed. He question himself 'was he at a disadvantag .
" Wait what does FOUR means." Krishna didn't listen he was already in his way to village.
" KRISHNA!" Chintu called wanting to know what meant by Four. He didn't understand the English.
Sometimes later -
They walked down Market Street. Krishna on the road. Chintu balancing on the boundary wall on th side of the road that saprated the mountain and road. He was trying to match the heights him and Krishna and trying to get eyes to eyes with him.
" Ther is lot of city people in the hillside," Chintu begun.
"I saw them taking blood of people and . Giving food in return. Big sister even gave me this big chocolate, she said I'm so cute and handsome." Krishna was confused, by both the city people asking for blood and Them calling this idiot handsome and cute. He looked at Chintu didn't see anything cute or handsome in him. Myabe it's a city thing, he thought to himself. ..
" But why blood?" He had to ask this.
"Taking blood? Why are they taking blood?"
"Drinking it, what else?"
Krishna stared at him. "No way! No one drinks blood."
" City people did. My mom told me. She also said they hunt beautiful kids like me to look cool and sell there kidnies. I didn't want to take this chocolate but the big sister called me handsome how could I refuse." Krishna looked at him and thought, even if they gave me money I wouldn't want to sit next to this idiot, why would anyone want to do anything with him? He couldn't understand.
"Who else called you beautiful except yours mom?"
" That big sister from . But that's not the point."
That's not the point? Isn't it the point that your blind mother said. And why are going there when you know they gonna steal his kidney or stuff? Are they call him handsome are they blind as well. Or kidneys are that valuable that they gonna ignore his IQ. Krishna was totally confuse hear, trying to process what this idiot and those city folks are trying to do. Whatever they were doing, he didn't want to be part of that. People who think this idiot is handsome, must be be idiot right? Myabe there standards are really low, maybe they be ugly as well. Not once it crossed in his mind maybe Chintu himself was lying.
And while he was processing all that with all the thought running in his mind , he noticed
Chintu had stopped walking.
"You'll help me get free stuff, just give them few drops and in return i,,, i imean we can get some good food." And hearing this Krishna wasn't interested his enner thoughts saying this also.
" That's it? I don't wanna give my blood to city people to drink, and is this awesome news you said about?" And hearing this chintu asked.
" So you won't gonna help me?"
" Of course not." And he started walking back, this kid definitely don't have any good intention.
" Think again, if you don't help me, I tell Daadi about what you did yesterday."
Krishna stopped, it clicked like a clock. His steps halted, and he replied without turning. "That's why you didn't tell Daadi that earlier?"
" No way, that news worth more than my satisfaction." Chintu said looking proud.
Krishna turned and looked at him with kind smile.
" You know. I can just push you from the boudry you are standing, and no one would find out." Hearing this, Chintu didn't panick, he pulled out a letter. That after lot of nonsense said.
"If I disappear, it's Krishna's fault."
This idiot acted smart sometimes.
Krishna didn't waste time he immediately tore it.
" Now what?" Chnitu smiled, and took out three more. Krishna didn't waste time, he snatched them and turned them into waste paper flying in the air falling into the valley where be wanted to send it's writer as well.
But to his surpise, Chintu didn't panick at all, he just showed ten more copies.
Krishna understand this idiot has sevral more, so simply asked.
"Do you print pamphlets? How many do you have? "
"Can't take risks."
He hopped off the wall and started running towards the village.
"Come on! Free stuff doesn't wait!" And Krishna watched him leave.
This idiot.