It was Mark’s birthday. The sun was shining as if it was a beautiful, scintillating gem, kept on the dark cold blankets of space. He sat by a fountain, where jets of water splashed on the surface of the round pool and spread a rich fragrance. He bent near the edge of the pool and dropped a coin into the water. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
He waited in the dark. It is said that ‘patience pays.’ Well, if that was true, he would certainly have been a king by then, as he had waited for more than two hours.
Once upon a time, in the corridor between the gates of Heaven and Hell, sat Satan and God, to play chess with each other. The only difference between their game of chess and the chess that earthlings played, was that the latter only decided which human won, whereas the game between God and Satan decided the very future of people whose lives they played with.
The psychiatrist walked on the muddy street where there were no streetlamps, to meet his patient.