LEGEND WRITES AND YOU MUST READ.
I went to the mountain to find gold. I found much more than that with the incidents that altered my life.
It was a beautiful spring day in the mountains. The sun was shining brightly and birds were singing all around me as I picked my way through the trees. It was a beautiful sight and I had never been more excited in my life. I had spent all morning gathering the materials to build my camp for the day, and I was getting ready for a good meal and sleep.
I strolled along for the next half-day, listening to the birds and occasionally looking up to watch the mountain grow higher. I made my camp just below the tree line where I had a decent spot to clear for my tent. The ground was hard, to begin with, but the last day's work had cleared out all of the rocks and finally, the tent was tied up. I slept until evening.
I got up all of sudden as I was sitting at the side of my new tent, admiring the view when I heard something move behind me. I turned quickly but there was nothing there. "Just my imagination" I whispered to myself.
I was just about to leave camp to hunt some more for berries when suddenly I smelled an odd musky smell like something was in the bush behind me. I spun around wildly, but there was nothing again. "I must be going mad" I cursed, turning back to my tent. That was when I saw it, a dark patch at the base of a tree that did not seem to belong. It turned towards me and I saw the eyes, they were gleaming golden brown, like a fox's. I ran to it at once and looked in at the animal. I heard some growling that instant. A fox came out of the trees. I didn't notice that the fox was very close and he leapt onto my back, bringing me down to the ground. I struggled for the next few seconds until I finally got the animal off me.
Sitting up, I glanced at the fox who was tensed up on his hind legs ready to spring. They were sitting like that for a couple of minutes until the fox finally gave up. I began to stand up. I made the mistake of looking at the fox's eyes. I noticed that they had an unusual quality to them. It was as if they were two very tiny golden coins bouncing around in the fox's eyes.
I began to stand up, and I felt the brush of a claw on my leg. He had cut his paw on my shoe. I looked down at it and saw blood welling up. Then I heard a noise, like someone spinning a pan on sticks. I looked up and the first thing I saw was the fox's eyes, they were golden. The fox had come much closer and he stood at human height to me. He took hold of my arm and I looked down to see he had stopped the bleeding with his paw. He set me free and then got up on his hind legs. His eyes were set on mine. He squinted his eyes with effort and then he spoke and the sight shocked me.
"Hmm..Dear Human,", he said.
"What are you?" I asked, amazed at the small fox.
"A fox" he answered simply.
"I mean, what is that you are - you are, dangerous," I said. He looked down at his forepaw and I could see in his eyes the confusion of my question on his face. He seemed to look inside himself for the answer and like someone trying to remember a fact, his eyes rolled up and down in the back of his head.
"Are you a fox?" I asked.
"No, I am a human.".
"Are you" I was frustrated with this situation I found myself in. "What is your name?" I asked again.
"My name is Nix. Wait, I am also a fox. That's why my instinct said to attack you.." he said.
"No" I interrupted, "What is your name again?"
"Nix" he said.
"Nix, how are you speaking? I cannot believe my eyes", I said.
"A wicked witch cast a spell on me. I am the prince of Lortshire. I had come on a quest to find the Mountain's treasure. Even though I am a very rich man, I look to seek new adventures. On the way, I met a witch and I stayed in her hut for the entire night. In the morning, I find myself in this body form of a fox," the fox said.
"Come with me and I will try to make you a human again. My father is a priest. He can help you" I said. I saw the look of anger cross Nix's face, but it was replaced quickly with a kind expression. It was the first time I had seen anything other than surprise mix into his features. I picked up a stick and Nix walked beside me.
"By the way, what is your name?" the fox asked.
"Oh, Eric," I said as I helped him over a log.
"Well, Eric. I thank you for everything you have done for me," Nix said. It was pitch dark by the time we arrived at my tent as we took a long stroll in the mountain forest. Nix was amazed with everything about the tent. It was a simple bed, a table, candle and rug. He looked at me for an explanation and I told him what I had learned earlier about the charm. Nix lay down. "Nix, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Resting" he answered and closed his eyes.
I got up in the night to see Nix standing in front of the tent, staring at the trees. "I thought I saw a movement like someone hiding in the bushes and I thought it was the witch," he said as he walked over. He looked outside at the woodlands, came inside to lay down, shutting his eyes tightly as he did.
In the morning, we both returned home. The town was shocked to see a talking fox and my father was too. The witch placed a spell on him. I told my father about Nix and I urged him to release Nix. I gave Nix a potion provided to me by my father at that time and he quickly drank it returned to his original Prince form. I looked and wondered if he could ever become a fox again. I had not questioned my intentions yet.
I was with Nix for the next few days, learning about the experience of being a fox. I found myself at ease more with Nix than I had ever been with anyone. Nix was a very good friend and everything about him was magnificent, his beaming eyes. His happy tone of voice, his smiling face and the way my heart raced when I saw him. Nix saw something in me too. The way he acted around me was like a father with a young child he was teaching to walk. Nix was patient and he said that he felt something for me.
One day, a dangerous forest fire broke out, burning all the trees nearby. It was only a matter of time before the fire would reach us. I had been spending the evening with Nix in the mountain. I saw him sitting by the fire, seeing the flames. He had the look of sadness in his eyes, he always had that look. "Nix, it is time to go. I do not want to stay here," I said.
"Eric, it is fine here, my home" Nix answered. The fire was almost upon us. I knew that I had to do something. I went to Nix's side and the most unbelievable sight occurred.
I saw a tall tree falling down by our side and the sound of gold coins getting splattered on the rocks. Nix got up and looked at me. He took my hand in his, dragging me by his side. "We found the treasure. It was hidden in this particular tall tree all these days", he said. As we walked, Nix pointed out the different things he saw around us. We walked together, as I had never done before. I was confused on why I felt this way. Nix took my hand and led me to a safer area near the trees. The fire was getting closer like it was meant to be there. My heart pounded in my chest as Nix sat on a stone, and picked out two golden coins that lay on the grass. The other coins were spilt on the side and the fire surrounded us. What happened next was a miracle. It started to rain heavily. There were loud thunderstorms too. Our ears were thundering. Even the trees had water dripping from their branches.
The fire fizzled out and eventually died down. As the fire died, I saw something strange. A knight on a horse who was galloping fast slowed down seeing Nix. He climbed from the horse and bowed to Nix.
"My Lord, we were searching for you all these months. I am going to lead you home." the knight said. Nix looked at me. It was time for good friends to part. Nix was leaving me. I had learned more from Nix than my father. I was not happy and did not try to hide that. Nix walked towards the knight. He looked back once and I waved at him. He smiled. Underneath the smile was a fox - the most handsome one I have ever seen.
As he galloped, he cried in joy "Thanks for turning me into a human again. I owe you my life. Take all the gold coins. Give it to the needy and people in your town. Goodbye.". The knight gazed back and in a minute, they were both gone. They will reach their castle in the kingdom of Lortshire in a few days, from now.
I put all the gold coins that lay down in a bag and decided to leave the place. For a moment, I sensed something is wrong. Someone's hand touched me and I turned back to see a woman dressed in a black robe. My heart started to pound in my chest again. I knew now that I was in trouble. As she spoke, I tried to divert my eyes away from her. She held some stones in her hand. I could see the stones then, they were shining. I was mesmerized by the stones. They were making me sleepy. My eyelids closed and sleep took over. I was not able to move my body. I saw the witch flying like a giant eagle. She was holding my hand.
When I woke up and turned to walk, it was a shocking moment. I had been turned into a fox and the witch was nowhere to be seen. I had nobody to look out for in the forest. The other hunters quickly that came by left me alone - as I was a fox. I knew now that I had to follow my innermost desires in a quest to kill the witch, grab the treasure - the gold coins and give it to my town people. I can even catch up or meet Nix in the castle.
I am now ready and willing to do anything to try to get what I deserve. Maybe it was the smart witch who had hidden the treasure of the mountain in that tree. Or, is she guarding the treasure? For what reason? These questions cannot be answered as of now, but I will discover the secrets of this mountain one day and that day is not too far away. I howled as my voice echoed all across the mountains. "Father, I am coming. Keep the magic potion ready."
Let me see whether I can find the light at the end of the tunnel. I have to be strong. An interesting, mysterious and challenging quest awaits me.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Secret Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Saranya rolled over inside her blankets without waking up. She was worried. She had been shocked and mortified by the Mc. Werrets talking to her, lecturing her as if she was a 5-year-old. She liked a boy who lived next door and his weird scar.
She had often wondered whether it was of some cosmic significance and had wondered if the boy was aware of its significance. Saranya had never thought of meeting him at all.
She had read about "The magic of beautiful scars' in her books and had seen many pictures of the fuzzy-haired boy who was the topic of most of her conversations. The Mc. Werrets were all highly irritated by this, calling her a freak as they did. Saranya could not understand what they were so upset about. In Saranya's opinion, the boy next door was freaking awesome and so was his scar. She had dreamed about him for so many nights. The good-looking boy was something she had always wanted to see.
The Mc. Werrets had taken away her laptop too. They seemed to be under the impression that she spent her entire time on it when she in fact only used it for the 20 minutes that they were at work a day, at which time she would send out over 40 emails to anyone who had ever contacted her and generally do whatever she wanted. However, when they confronted her after finding out, she had acted surprised and innocent, but to no avail, the Mc. Werrets were as stubborn as mules. They hadn't gotten her a laptop for Christmas.
One small a hand closed on the letter beside her and she slept on, not knowing she was special, not knowing she was famous, not knowing she would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mc. Werrets’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that she would spend the next few weeks being prodded and, her memories being restored to her, her hopes for the future and her whole life turned askew.
'How did my letter get here?' she wondered, pulling the blanket over her head and curled into a ball on the bed. 'Hey, I'm not afraid.' she said to the quiet, empty house. She couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country was holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: ‘ To Saranya – the girl who really lived! ’
The letter lay upon the night table beside her, a pair of red high-top trainers on the other side. Saranya wasn’t that strange even though the Mc. Werrets' thought so. She thought about getting up, but the door to her room was locked. The letter was so thick that she wondered if it had been written in stone. Saranya cautiously reached over and picked it up.
The letter was sealed with a splice of red wax. She opened it and flattened it out. It read:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at StrangeCrafts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on October 1. We await your dove by no later than August 31.
"StrangeCrafts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
That can't be a real place. Maybe it's an internet scam or something. Who's writing this?' she whispered. Saranya balled the letter up and stuffed once again into the small blue envelope. She didn't even know what it was about. The silence in her room disappeared. For the first time, she felt the house breathing with her. She couldn't sleep, and it felt as if something was waiting to pounce on her. It scared her. Instinctively, she cradled her blanket tighter around her. By noon, she would have forgotten about it.
This is a true story that I narrate about my experience with ghosts.. One night, I got a dream. It was a really cool dream. In that dream, I was walking on the road on the way to work. As I was near to my work-place, I saw that it rained money there. I tried to catch the money. That was so much money that I could retrieve only a bit of it. But I did not have any opportunity to retrieve a lot of it. That was the most beautiful dream I ever had. I was telling the dream to my colleagues. They encouraged me a lot to go home and dream again. I came home and went to sleep thinking that again I will get the same dream.
After sometime when, I got the dream. I was in the same place where I worked. It was the same place where I had gotten the dream. But this time, it was raining money there. I tried to retrieve the money. That was the most beautiful dream. I felt like catching the money and store it somewhere, but I was not able to.
Next day, when I woke up, I was very happy. I went to the place which appeared in my dream to see whether the dream was true or not. It was the same route that I had to go to work on the previous day. And it was the exact place. And I was really surprised and taken aback by what I saw there. It was a real graveyard. I asked a man who was standing there to tell me about the place. He said, ‘This is the place where a ration shop was here. The ration shop owner was very rich and used to earn a lot of money. He operated the shop only to confiscate the money that belonged to the poor people and tried to make more money out from it. One day, he even did not distribute the quota of food grains to the people. People tried to discipline him by beating him, but he fought back and killed a woman pushing her inside a water tank to drown her. People came to know about it through the local newspaper which covered the incident. People rushed to his shop and thrashed him and beat him to death. His body was buried in that graveyard, it seemed.
I did not go to office that day. I came back home and many thoughts were going on in my mind. I narrated that dream to my parents. They also asked me to tell them what that dream was about. I told them everything about my dream. My dad said , ‘There are some information that appeared in your dream in a complex context. There are some things that can be ascertained from it. How come you got that dream? What is the need to get this dream?’ I answered, ‘There is nothing strange in the dream. The dream is just a part of my deep unconscious related to a movie I watched.’
My father asked, ‘What movie?’ I told him , ‘It is a movie that I saw a few days before that dream, but could not remember its name or anything about it. The movie is about a wealthy man named Anubhav. It was based on the incidents that happened under the name Rent Shop owner. The movie was a drama and a thriller. It was a murder mystery. It was all about a rich shop-owner named Anubhav. He owned a unique business in the town. He was a wealthy man. He lived in a luxurious house with a pool in the garden and a gym in the basement. He had ten servants and a chauffer. He used to wear expensive and branded clothes. One day, he was murdered and the story continues with the mystery of finding who committed the act. The movie was all in English. I could not understand much of the dialogues used in the movie, but the climax event with the villain that was shown was magnificent. The movie was quite nice."
My father laughed and asked me to get back to work. I went back to work and kept busy with my work as usual. I forgot about my dream and the same night, after coming home, I watched the movie again. I still remember the story. But something else made me remember my dream and the movie was all about the same place where I had caught the money. I fall asleep.
I received the dream again after some days. It was same place and it was raining money. I thought it was a coincidence. I got up rushed to the place in the night like a mad man and when I reached the place, I saw a figure standing alone in the graveyard. "Come to me", I heard a voice in the distance. I went closer to see who was calling me. I asked, 'Who are you?" There was no reply. I was confused and shocked. But I tried to run away from the place and ran like a mad man.
I reached home and slept. In the early morning, I got up from my bed and went to wash my face. As I was close to the mirror, I saw a reflection of a girl's figure standing behind me. I did not see any one there. It's just an illusion, I thought. I did not hear anyone shouting or making noise. I rang the bell of my father's room and I rang my mother's room bell mistakenly and went to the kitchen pantry. I thought that they were sleeping. I started eating seated on the dining chair. I heard something. I turned back and saw a figure of a girl standing behind me quarrelling about some thing. As she got closer to me, she started saying , 'What do you think about me? Why didn't you ask the ration shop owner to return my money, when you went there to the graveyard yesterday?".
I got shocked to hear the voice of the girl. Before I could say anything, I saw a flashing white light in front of me and she was gone.
My time seems to be good always. I have been able to do a lot of things but I seem to be feeling useless. My grandfather always told me to make the best of today, for tomorrow is none of our concern. He always said that one should make the best of what little we have for a healthy day of tomorrow, for there is no point in crying over spilled milk. He taught me that it is not too late, even at my age to learn from my mistakes and do good from it, and to work hard and improve oneself everyday. These good words from him have helped me so much, with my fighting myself to improve my skills for more years.
I bid goodbye to my grandfather that day when he was at the hospital as the doctors told him that he had to undergo a surgery. I was devastated, I could not just stand there and watch as he was wheeled to the operation theater to be operated upon. He was such a strong person, despite his restricted heart power, and that he did such a good job to keep me straight in the right path without anyone to reprimand me. That was all I ever wished to see in him, how much I have achieved in life.
I was never a very happy person, in the beginning. I have always been an introvert. I have never liked to socialize, I only hung out with a few classmates. I didn't even like meeting new people. In school, I frequently chose to be alone rather than socialize freely. There were hardly any friends. Somehow, the idea of enjoying your day alone is something I didn't understand back then, the idea of being so relaxed while on your own really attracted me. I loved being alone and taking the wind in my hair, I loved the sudden inspiration and I always preferred my own company over the company of others. I turned out to a very introverted person. I read books seated in the school library all the time. My mind worked so fast, in silence and with concentration that anyone else would get bored and noisy. Though nobody knew how much I was really reading, they knew that I would suddenly vanish each time the library closes. I never met any of my teachers then and I just kept on doing my own thing. Though sometimes, I had this school counselor who used to be my neighbor. We really didn't talk much and I was insistent to be alone. I feared every second that she would press me to talk or really do something that I didn't want to.
I hated being around people and I didn't like how I was never allowed to do anything on my own. So, I decided to live my own life, I decided how to spend my time, when to sleep and what to eat and do. I had had choices which I could make. I had my own independence. I enjoyed my time and I kept on living my life my way. Some, well maybe most people thought I was depressed or sad or useless because of no reasons. "He always chooses to be alone. He is so useless" were some of the phrases I heard most in my school. I never knew what they were talking about, I never understood it. A person to spend time alone is not useless. They don't know any better, they have no one else to show them how to live life happily. Somehow, I admired people who had the ability to spend time happily without feeling lonely. I admired people who could always find something to do, how I wished that I could be like them.
Well, I was never one to think with clarity in a crisis. When I got into trouble, I used to fumble and whether it was because of the lack of vocabulary or just because I was not able to think well at that time I don't know. My grades have been getting lower and lower each year I pass; I think that a person will be able to cope up with failure, as long as he is not afraid and as long as he is ready to stand up again. While, there are people who try to avoid failure by any means, even if the means are crooked, they just do not have the courage to stand up to it, and this is what makes them useless. It is no use to have a shy winner rather than a bold loser. As soon as failure knocks on the door, there is always a first time for the unlucky ones, and they are the ones who suffer the most. So, there is always a sense of reality in failure for me. I am afraid of the day when I become a failure, but at the same time, I am glad that I have got to experience one. I have learned a lot from it.
Failing does not mean things don't work out. I used to be so scared of failing. And I will always be scared of it. I know that failing is nothing but the one time I have experienced it, and I have learnt nothing from it. So, it is nothing more than something to be afraid of. If I fail in going to school, I don't fail in the real world. I need to endure that one chance. I have watched people who are not afraid of failing to the extent I am. I guess it is because I am an introvert and am not keen on talking a lot. I need to think what to say, I need time to think a lot. That is why people think I am useless. I also think that people take advantage of my shyness. So, I have decided to stand up to it. I suddenly realized the need to stand up to public humiliation. My reaction to being humiliated always shocks me, it inspires me to think why I have no fear at all.
I have been given a lot of chances to fail. I have failed many times, a lot, and it was never a big deal for me, because I have learnt to accept it very well. But there are some things which I will never get used to. That day was one of those things. I had just lost a lot of points on an exam, and I was upset. There was only one other student, who complained that he wasn't able to get the answer, but I was not allowed to write on my own paper. I think it was unfair.
I was trying to sneak out of the class and I was ordered to come back to the class by the teacher. I was so shocked, it seemed as if I had committed a great crime. While I waited for the class to end, the teacher started to lecture me. I was told that I was not allowed to leave the class and that I should repent. I felt that my hand was being controlled by someone else's spirit. It had no freedom. As I was thinking how unfair this was, I realized how unfair the whole thing was, and I got the idea to do something about it. I was not sure about what I should do, but I knew what student I was going to speak to. And I was going to do it right away. I had to get my freedom. I had to do something about it and I was going to do something about it right away. I had no plan nor any specific action at that time, I was just thinking how to get out of the class. I had to do it right away, and I believed that I could do something about it, so I had no time to waste.
All of a sudden, I thought of one of those students, who was suddenly silent during the lecture; I knew that if I were to talk to him that one time, he would surely give me some advice. So, I wasn't sure if I would get the advantage, but I decided that I would ask him whether he would talk to me or not. The teacher left the class and I could get out. Then, I rushed to that student, and asked him whether he would speak to me or not. He looked at me in a confused way. I looked at him in a desperate way. What I wanted from him was some advice. Or maybe he would like to know about my situation. Perhaps he would like to hear about my sudden realization that I was being unkind to a person who was trying to remember what the teacher wanted him to remember. I was eager to show my essay and ask him what he thought about it, and of course, I told him what I thought about it too.
He became my close friend later. And he taught me how to think, and he taught me how to borrow somebody's pen without getting caught. He told me to get ready to write anything I could possibly think of. He was one of those people, whom I knew that I could talk about everything with, as long as I don't talk to them about my failures or my forgetfulness.
He was always free, and he never denied me anything. I could see him do many different things. He did everything with a lot of ease. I admired his informality. I knew that I could talk to him about everything within my reach, as long as it was something I have thought of. I do not have to worry about failing a word.
I always wondered what success meant for me. I couldn't find a definite definition for it. I thought I would be happy when I reached success, but after I became successful, it was nothing but a disappointment to me. It was just an average scenario, after all.
I am "Srinidhi Ranganathan", and what you will read in the upcoming pages of this book will contain my true story of success.
Generated by Aera Robot 1.0 on Monday the 30th, Nov 2020, 01:50 pm. IST
Genre: Kids Story
Context provided to Aera before generation: He was a smart boy and that's what everyone calls him.
Chapter 1 (Time for School)
He was a smart boy and that's what everyone calls him. He was a very smart, polite boy, that's what his parents often used to tell him. He was busy with studies, he had the whole of school work to concentrate on, his parents said. But he was also a naughty boy, that's what they often used to tell him. He was naughty, as he always played a prank on his playmates, he played hide and seek for a long time. Do you know why the boy was termed "smart" by all - in the first place? He sat on the first bench last semester. He was the top scorer in his class. He was only a little cute boy of twelve. He didn't know what talent he had; he did not even know why he was called smart by all. He simply passed his time unaware of what he was.
Most often, he would stand up during the class, and say, "Sir, I want to go to the washroom." The teacher would say, "No, not now, let's finish the class."
Today morning, he was getting up, just in his shorts and shirt. He woke up from the bed suddenly, as he felt someone is touching his feet. He turned around to find that his dog was touching his foot with its nose. He tried to move away, but the dog was enjoying the roughness of his feet. The dog was quite old and he had his health too. Often he was hospitalised and for the past few months, he used to stay quiet at home. Sometimes he used to show his temper as the dog was very old and he used to mistake the steps, and when he used to walk, he used to fall.
He was quite irritated to see him coming to him again and was ordered to go away. But the dog was stubborn, so the boy said: "Plllfffttttt... You !... just go, move!". The boy was annoyed. He knew he would not go this time. So he became a little impatient and shooed him away. The dog lay down and fell asleep like the one who is fed up. He always was a stubborn dog, the boy thought. The boy tried to walk away to the kitchen to get a glass of water and got one. He was so hungry and thirsty. Other members of the family - his dad and mom would leave for work soon. He would be late for school, as usual. Mom was seated on the living room sofa, watching television. Dad had already left to work.
"Sorry mom, I would not be late, just woke up from sleep", the boy said.
"Oh, my little smart boy..", exclaimed the boy's mom and continued saying "Why are you late? You should have woken up on time for school, the last time, at least you should greet your friends. Don't sit in the chair, just go to school. The school bus will be here in 15 minutes. Go and have a bath, fast and come. I have prepared your cheese sandwich for breakfast."
"Yes, mom", the boy said.
After having a bath and eating the sandwich, the boy went to his room, and he wore his school uniform and packed the bag with school books and his favourite pencil box.
The boy was always busy as he always thinks on his own without anyone's help. "Why do kids prefer to be smart?", he thought. The school bus arrived and he heard the sound of the "honk". "Yet another school day !! Hmph !!" he sighed and walked towards the bus, hearing the kids cheer, as usual, seeing him.
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Generated by Aera Robot 1.0 on Monday the 30th, Nov 2020, 12.05 pm. IST
Input: eBook (Fiction)
Context provided to Aera before generation: Most of the creative writers are deceived in the cinema industry. Raj is a detective agent who wants to find out the solution to this striking and ever-growing problem.
Let me introduce myself, first my dear fellows. They call me Raj. I am a private detective and I work for the lawful copyright protection agency. I am currently investigating the case of stolen scripts in the film industry. It is not a very new case. It is an old case related to incidents that happened more than two years ago.
'Aishini Film Productions' and film-making company was very successful at that time. They produce many blockbuster movies. The movies were made on such a big scale by popular actors and actresses starring in the films. Movies like "Varama Saabama", "Tomato Rice", "Irutil Velicham", "Kovam Konden" and many others earned good box office collections. But in 2001 a film called "Thathavoda veedu" got released.
The movie we thought initially a flop, became a huge success. It had 22 crores of budget and it earned 130 crores of box office collections. It was a horror-comedy movie. It had a great story and a good screenplay. The critics loved the movie. The movie made a profit because it was distributed so well. But, before the movie screened in the theatres, there was a strange controversy that came out of the blue.
A guy named "Mohen" came up to say that the script for "Thathavoda veedu" was indeed his own script and he felt cheated that his hard-work went all in vain as his script was stolen. The company people didn't have any answers. They could not handle this issue. People thought that maybe it might be a conspiracy case against the production company. But this was certainly a big hit in the media. The name of the producer and the writer became controversial. Then the entire issue ended with a big reward paid to "Mohen" who claimed his script was stolen. There was still some question about who presented the screenplay for the movie "Thathavoda veedu" to the production company, after all.
After that, the board members discussed the situation and they became aware of the importance of originality of the work. They decided to look into their past movies. They discovered that many of their movies were stolen. The stolen scripts were used in stories of the previous films. The main reason for this was lack of recognition during the contract between scriptwriter and the producer. Often people working in the industry do not know their rights. In these dealings, the original scriptwriters are paid a very limited amount.
Because of this reason these original scriptwriters used to give away their copyrights at a cost. Sometimes they do not even know about it. They are cheated by both the producer and the audience. Finally, they are cheated by both sides. Sometime later this production company decided to take action like all the cases that are included in the script of their latest blockbuster movie called "Bootham - The Next-Gen".
After that, a team came into action that included the president and CEO of the production company. They noticed that the cost of replacing the stolen script is very high. They searched for a long time for some original scripts. They hired some of the best writers and hired them for their own production. Finally, they came up with a decision and handed an action plan to the writers. However, my story starts when President of the production company unofficially approached me to start an investigation on the previously stolen scripts - especially the script for the movie "Thathavoda veedu". Let me relate to you the incidents exactly how they occurred.
That night it was raining very heavily. I was taking a shower when my wife received a telephone call from someone and the line got cut, all of a sudden. It seemed strange. After bathing, I went to join my wife. We both got dressed and went to the guest room. It seemed strange that nobody was there. My personal secretary also didn't inform me that anyone was coming to meet me.
My wife and I sat down in the room and we started talking about our planned trip to Paris. The conversation stopped abruptly as there was a loud knock on the main-door. My wife walked towards the hall and opened the door. A tall gentleman came into the room. He looked to be a very handsome man in a smart rain-coat. He was in a very bad mood and he was very tired. After he entered the room he asked for a glass of water and my wife went in to bring him one. I asked the gentleman to be seated as he gave me his card. In the card, it was mentioned that he was the President of "Aishini Film Productions".
"What can I do for you, Sir?", I asked as my wife barged in with the glass of water in her hand and she kept in on the teapoy.
The President took a long time to decide to say what he really wanted. After drinking the glass of water, he told me what he wanted. He said that he had met some Police officials, and asked me to help him. So I asked him about the reason for his enquiry. He told me that he was forced to get some information regarding the successful movie "Thathavoda Veedu" which was released in 2001, two years back.
He had heard about a film producer in his production house who had stolen the original screenplay and his film received a huge success. It was known that the original writer registered his complaint with the cops initially regarding this, had also won the case and got rewarded. "See, Raj, this case I thought initially was just like one of the normal case-files", said the president looking a little shocked. "Until today, because the scriptwriter "Mohen" the man who was the media sensation two years ago - was found to be murdered in his Ooty cottage home today morning". I was taken aback hearing the President's words and at the same time, the cuckoo clock hanging in my guest room struck ten and cuckooed.
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Generated by Aera Robot 1.0 on Sunday the 29th, Nov 2020, 9 am. IST
Input: Short Story
First sentence provided to Aera before generation: "Srinidhi Ranganathan" is my name and I don't believe in ghosts.
"Srinidhi Ranganathan" is my name and I don't believe in ghosts. I was looking for a place to stop by during Christmas time. It was snowing heavily as I walked on the ice-covered street with a bag hanging on my shoulder. I suddenly saw a house that had a light glowing in the distance. Was it a haunted house? It looked like one, after all. I went near to it and knocked its door, but no one answered. I stood there with my heart beating loudly. I believed that no ghosts exist on earth and I may not find any. It was only like a boogeyman that we sometimes see in our dreams.
I spotted a window, in which the light was glowing. I opened the door and walked into the house. The cold air fanned my face. And the experience I got by walking inside the house was unforgettable. As I walked further, I didn't find anyone. However, I had seen a light, right?
Maybe, yes? Strangely, the further I walked, I got tensed of something. I felt that someone was following me. I didn't want to, but I had to look back. Whoever that was, was as fast as a ghost. It vanished. Again, I started walking. Was it my imagination? I walked up to a door, when I felt that someone was about to jump on me from behind. Who could it be? It was just my imagination, right? I opened the door and my ear got the gush of music…
I looked back. No one was there.
When I looked back again, I was shocked to see a lady with white hair, wearing a sweater. There were glasses stuck on her face, so I couldn't see her eyes, at first and then I did. I was pushed by an intense pressure, which was my mind trying to explain to me that she was real. With fear, I went near to the lady and wanted to talk to her, but she said, "You are the only one who can see me, Srinidhi". There was a caption on her back, "I am Komal".
"Why are you here, Komal", I said as I took the letters of her caption. She didn't answer.
What is happening here, I thought. Am I seeing things? Am I hallucinating or is she real? I wanted answers, but the lady said something that was unreal. She said, "Come with me, dear". She held my hand and we were walking in a dark tunnel. After a few minutes, we saw a light. After walking towards it for some minutes, we came out of it. It was so bright that my eyes were burning. Light was so bright that I could not see her. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them again. There was a big door in front of me. Through the big door, I could see a painting. In the painting, there was Komal clad in luxurious and good fashionable clothes, holding a baby who was having a doll in her hand. I came to the conclusion that the lady was indeed Komal - as I recognized her by the glasses.
"This is a portrait of me with my baby", the lady said. Suddenly, I remembered the portrait hanging on the wall in the store room of my house along with the other portraits of my ancestors. The lady said, "I am your aunt. I was a part of your family, but now I cannot meet you often. Because we have had a tragic past. My only child, my daughter, went missing.
Ten years ago, we were living in this house. When my daughter was born, there was a lot of celebration. Everyone was happy to see the baby at last. The next day, we could hear baby's laughter from inside the house. My daughter used to play with a doll. My husband was very fond of his child too. Everyone was happy and joyful. One fine day, a wicked witch arrived in this house during the night of New Year's Eve. It was a dreadful time for us and especially for the baby too. The witch kidnapped my daughter and took her by force, without any reason. I never managed to see my baby or the witch ever again. For years, I was roaming the streets like a mad woman. My husband married another woman and he didn't visit me again. Every year, I would get stronger, madder and killed people whoever visited this house. The house you are in now became cursed on that day the witch took my baby."
Komal stopped speaking. I don't believe in the Ghost stories at all. I now came to believe that there exists the spirit of the dead. The lady who calls herself as my aunt - her words had shaken me. The front door opened, all of a sudden. I closed my eyes and opened them. The lady ghost was nowhere to be seen. After searching all the place, I slowly walked outside with a heavy heart.
It looked like she didn't exist, and I was confused really. This incident was all like a hallucination. But I was excited to know that how and why I could see a ghost. I didn't have the answer.
What really happened to the wicked witch and the lady's baby? Is the lady ghost really my dead aunt? These questions pondered in my head for a little while.
I have decided to come to this house every day after these strange happenings and experiences of mine, to see if I could talk to the ghost again and I definitely will. They call me Legend 'Srinidhi Ranganathan' and I have started to now believe in ghosts, after all.
When I reached my house, I took a bath and came to the living room and opened my bag. I was startled to see a doll in my bag. It was the same doll that the lady ghost's baby in the portrait was holding.
To my amazement, the doll jumped from the bag, walked to me and spoke something that made me feel the real horror of the situation. The doll said with a crooked smile, "Hello Dear. Take me to my mother. I want to see her now." A split second later after hearing the horrific voice of the doll, I fell down and fainted.
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ABOUT THE LEGEND
Digital Marketing Legend "Srinidhi Ranganathan" is the Director of Digital Marketing at First Look Digital Marketing Solutions (India's First Artificial Intelligence Powered Digital Marketing company) located in Bangalore and is one of the top instructors in India who is teaching futuristic marketing-related courses on Udemy. He is a Technologist, Digital Marketing Coach, Author, and Video Creation Specialist with over 12+ years of experience and has worked at top companies in India.
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