I am now getting quite anxious.

I am learning to develop the famous first lines, so let me start with the one liner style.

The second line must be a compound sentence. The third may become complex and then back to simple again.

Well, wow I must congratulate myself I am becoming a real writer. Tonight not today as I write mostly at night, I intend to produce the best seller.Ah high hopes patience hard work and prayers.This is the writers guideline, I mean my guideline for myself.

I guess I am not consistent enough.I should try harder and go to sleep like the hare.The tortoise has won the race, no, no, wait, I am awake- Ah yes but due to the absence of electricity.

‘ See, you are trying to deceive yourself’I have invented a phrase , er, a title’The Digital Devil’ Its mine, no one should claim it. I claim it because it came to me and I spoke to it, then wrote it down.

I read about how the lady wrote the Potter stories. Must appreciate the writer.

Wonderful magic, action, suspense and ends.Why can’t magic come here?

‘It is here’who is this?

It is the magician of your story, remember me? you wrote about me and my wife and how I would plan and prepare tricks, locked inside my room, and hope that one day I would break all records’

‘Yes I remember now-where are you and how are you?’

I looked around but there was no one .I could hear the continuous whirring of the depressing ceiling fan.yet this is life giving contraption.many a times I fear lest it should fall on my head.

Where was I? Thinking of the Devil, no the Magician.Magic is here around us.Strange things happened in the first week of office.The bell would start ringing by itself.The attendant would come.’no I did not call’

The gas leaked and filled the office. Luckily there was no match lit.

Files went missing. The computer system broke down thrice.All this is just coincidence.Ho Hogwarts are doing anything.It is just the imagination.

I the born refugee’The star Pollux’ left in the Valley of Kashmir…the song of freedom, the baby of the brave carried over the barbed wires’

hey I do have a story. I am a story myself.

No copying please.I remembered that I was a role model teacher.

grandfather must be proud of all of us educated lot.Do we realise that we are the story tellers of the second generation

of Kashmir?

I will work hard from now on.I must gain the Hasan fame.This is the family name.This family has a story to tell and I know now that destiny has chosen me to tell it.

‘Suddenly the room was lit up.Electricity was restored . Was it a dream ?