It was the last time the boy could gaze at the fainted crescent that dwelled in the mystic and bizarre light of the night sky. Surrounded by his beloved ones, he could feel the immenseness of agony that accumulated somewhere in the hollowness of his mind.  “Disfavouring of fate, undoubtedly, that was it”, the boy thought to himself.   

A night before yesterday, tired of playing video games, I spent a whole night watching an American season. It was about 3 or 4 AM that night when I went to sleep though the laptop was still showing the moving characters on screen. Few moments pass when I saw myself walking on the roads of old Britain, beautifully built buildings of old London, boys with overcoats and ties, girls with hats and gown