Alex's . . .

From childhood’s hour I have not been As most were;I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. —Edgar Alan Poe In the pic: My new bike Schwinn Searcher 4(2013)

                    What is this? A very very short story titled ‘Twitter short story’. Guessed where the action takes place? All right good. Is this a real story? No!. My common sense and ego has succeeded in thwarting my sincere efforts to convince myself that this is a real incident from my twitter life. Fact is that it is a fiction. But what is the truth? It’s not in my nature to complicate things .May be these cute people who scan twitter every other minute might find some resemblance which could be their illusion or co incidence or just that, it’s the truth! The story:                           They met each other by flawless chance. No other pollutants. Just pure chance. It was a typical definition for ‘chance’ that you would find in any lexicon....