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story of Renu

It is not at all a big story. It is a story of my friend Renu.

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One fine morning as usual she went to her office with a wish to achieve her target to write a great story. She entered into her office chamber and told her orderly to not allow any one to her office chamber without her permission. She looked at her table, and with thoughtful mood sat. After sometime, she felt inspirations flowing in her mind to dance on the key board to write her remarkable story. She amazed, how flowery words were flowing down like the water of a long waiting stream with the hope to meet the dead end. it was obvious for her, as she had already read a lot on writing in the internet, and already meet awesome writer through their books.She wanted to write a fantasy. She called her orderly to prepare a cup of hot coffee to get more inspiration. Her orderly after few moment served her the hot coffee. Sipping coffee, she dreamed a land full of jasmine flowers and butterfly.Her finger again danced over the keyboard.
First line she wrote...
Yellow Butter fly-' Ah! we are so happy in this land'
black butter fly-'Yeah.' With a pause...'let's sing a song of peace and joy.'
They sang-
'In the lap of jasmine
we are in joy,
none can disturb us...
the land is ours and joy is ours
none can disturb us.'

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Story of Renu was really amazing. she most have wrote it. But do you know, she could not save it in her computer and it was lost. She could not tell the complete story. Now she is already a great write, but she feel sorry for her lost fantasy.


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