“Welcome Mr. Arjun”, he said. It was a place just like Earth; Blue skies, green trees and oxygen to breathe. “Welcome to Htrae” he said. I looked at him, as my attention on the surrounding decreased. He looked just like me. I was baffled. “Thank you, you look just like me”, I said shocked. “I’m you in this world. I’m your mirror image. But not a billionaire like you to travel into this world”, he said. “What do you mean by ‘not a billionaire’??” I asked him not completely understanding his situation. “I’m still working in the same bank you worked in fifteen years ago” “How’s that possible??” He handed me the newspaper. I turned the pages; I couldn’t recognize most of them. He took me to a nearby book store. There were books I had never even heard of. “So what do you think happens in our world”, he asked me. “I don’t know. I’m confused right now” “Ok, let me explain. Let’s go out and get some coffee” We went to a coffee shop, which didn’t exist in our world. The in
Stories with an edge.This blog here is purely fictional, unlike the last one and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental. These are just my ideas, that I'm expressing in the form of a story. So let me tell you a story...