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As promised here is the preview to the new novel that I am writing at the moment. Please read it and if you wish, please give your comments to it. It is the unedited version so it will not be as polished up as it will be. Here you go and may everyone have a Happy Easter!
The enclosed darkness welcomed me as I opened my fatigued eyes. I could not see one shed of light, not one strand of light was seen anywhere. I lifted my arm to know what was in front of me. It was something wooden, I could sense it was wood due to the feel of the grain. I was finding it hard to breath, my each breath was getting shorter and shorter, I could not see anything and this was affecting my mind. I kicked, what seemed to be a coffin, my knee banged on the lid of the coffin without any success. I tried to hear anything from the outside of this wooden box. I could hear voices but it was not English, my mind could not comprehend the mystical words...they seemed mystical to me. Why was I in this box? What horrible crime did I commit? Did I commit a crime? Was I someone that was at a place at the wrong time? How did I get in this box? My eyes were looking around, from left to right, from up to down and I could not see anything that gave a hint on what to do. I decided that I had enough and started knocking on the lid of the coffin. I could feel the vibration of pain run through my hand as I kept knocking. I felt something was missing, I was not doing something. I was excessively involved within my thoughts that I had forgotten to shout out for help.
I knocked on the lid with great force of strength. 'Get me out of here!' I shouted. I could hear some bustling of action from outside. I could hear the sounds of 'Shh!' a fair few times. For God's sake, I didn't know what to do. Should I knock again? Why was I scared about knocking again, I had their attention now. I knocked again but without saying anything. There was silence. The voices had stopped. Was I imagining all these voices? I was positive that I heard voices, I even heard the sounds of 'Shh'.
I could hear something. It was the sounds of footsteps. These footsteps were different. The footsteps spoke of authority. I could feel the energy coming from the footsteps until they stopped. There was silence for a few seconds. The sound of swift but rigid movement of footsteps all approaching around the coffin. Again, there was silence for a few seconds. I was finding it even more difficult to break. I felt like I was about to lose consciousness. My eyes started to feel heavy as the air around me was becoming airless. The darkness began to suck out my life's energy. My eyes started to look up, my thoughts were becoming a distant memory for me. My feelings were losing their awareness, even as I heard a huge bang of solid metal. My eyes started to feel the acceptance of darkness, when suddenly the lid of the coffin was lifted and thrown away. The luminous light was too much for my eyes as they squinted. I gasped for the fresh air. My hand reaching out for someone to grab me. All of a sudden, I felt a huge hand pick me up as if I was an action man doll and threw me as I hit my head on the solid, concrete wall. I tried to open my eyes but I fell into deep unconsciousness.
Thank you for reading!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Hi everyone,How are you all? I hope everyone is fine!Well, what can I say to you all...I have cut my long hair and it is short now! It looks fine, I don't really know. I prefer long hair though, so I will definitely be going back to long hair. I will post up a picture soon!The other good news is that I will be posting an exclusive preview to my new novel. I will definitely be posting it within the next few days...maybe Saturday.The weather is good in England finally! I am so grateful for the good weather! This makes me think that if the sun is shining bright in our lives then there will be no room for overcasting clouds. If we decide to overcast our lives with clouds of ignorance then there will be no room for the sun to shine bright in our lives.Take care everyone!Lots of love,Rahul N. SinghCopyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Hi everyone,I hope everyone is well. I would like to give my heartfelt prayers to the people of Italy, who have been affected by the earthquake. May the Power bless everyone!I was asked a question and I thought maybe the answer will do some good here.Q. What religious prayer do you say?A. Firstly, I do not believe in any religion. I am neither Hindu, Muslim, Sikh or Christian. I do not follow any established religion at all. The reason for me is simply, I cannot afford to give my time to rites and rituals, dogmatic belief and conformity.Prayer is something sacred and for me is personal. I believe more in spirituality than in religion. I do not believe God has set down on any rules on how or when we should pray. Even, how many times we should pray to God. I believe that we should first be good to others, love others and leave no room for hatred in our hearts towards others. In fact, we should open up our hearts and think with our hearts. Remove the fear from our hearts and then we should pray. In my opinion, people will disagree with me, prayers are only effective when fear from the heart is removed.I do not even like calling God - God! I like to call God - the Power. I believe the Power is what blesses us with an energy that is divine. The power of prayer is only effective when we pray from our hearts. Our hearts need to be clear with only space of love and courage. There should be no room for fear and hatred. When I pray it is simply opening up my arms, closing my eyes and asking the Eternal Power to consume me with the Divine Energy. For me that is prayer because I establish the connection with the Power. There is nothing beyond that Power...there is no word beyond that Power. The Power is the prayer!Lots of love,Rahul N. SinghCopyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Hello everyone,I hope everyone is fine and are having a good day.What is it that stops us from getting to our destiny? What is it that stops us from having fun...the real fun, not the fun that we feel temporarily.I am sure some of you will understand. Some of you might be thinking of; what is the fun that we feel temporarily? Or what does Rahul mean by real fun? Everything that is temporary can become permanent, it is our minds and our desires that limit the fun to a temporary status.I have recently come in contact with a book. I was recommended to read this by my flatmate, who is now a very good friend of mine. He is also wishing to become a writer, I am sure he will realise this wish soon! He told me to read 'The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho'. I am positive that anyone that reads passionately, or feels passionate about writing books has definitely read this magnificent novel. If not, go and read it, it's hardly 150 pages. Each and every page holds a significance and is worth every minute of time spent in reading the book.The thing with The Alchemist, is that it teaches something that I knew a few years back, so I did not really learn anything new nor has it dramatically changed my life. It's made me realise what I was doing and that I must continue to do so. In my opinion, for writers it is important for us to live in the present, the more we think about our past and future, more likely it seems that we limit our passion to reach our destiny.I recommend 'The Alchemist' for any avid reader or anyone that is interested in achieving dreams. Actually, just read the book for my sake, I am positive it will not disappoint you!Take care and lots of love,Rahul N. SinghCopyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
