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Magazine World of UGI A Unity Groups India brand UGI 2013 All rights are reserved! sada sava-M raYT/M saovaamaho |
Reader s desk Aapalyaa doSaacaM AapalaM inayatakxailakx
Editor: Shubhankar Karande
Ex. Editor: Atharva Joshi
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Team Magazine World of UGI
Artist: Shubham Joshi
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Our beloved motherland India &
Our Family members
Many of our beloved readers!
This is a trial product i.e. issue
Of Readers Desk published on
1st Sept.2013by Magazine World
Of UGI. We are not publishing
it for any commercial use.
Trial issue Not for sale.
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saMpaadkxIya - Shubhankar Karande
maaJaI laoKaNaI - Gayatri Kashelkar
saaQanaa - Kshitija Joshi
maaJaa A^Mgala - Sourabh Mahajan
paaoeT spaosa - Akshata & Sanika
sTaorI paoja - Onkar Surve
qaoMba iSaMipata jaaSaI - Manish Walvekar
kxa? - Akshay Pawar
maaya paoMiTgja\ - Shubham Joshi
AazvaNaIMcyaa parDImaQaUna - Pratik Jawale
maaJaM iriDMga - Minoti Pradhan
saaoSala blaa^ga - Shreya Srinivasan
DosTInaoSana - Shubhankar Karande
naocar T/ola - Sarvesh Abhyankar
Saao koxsa - Sohan Gurav
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Long time ago i had a best friend, Loving ,caring and very tend.
We had so many sweet memories to share , And sometimes to look at each other and stare.
We enjoyed a lot , went to malls, And even shared each other's house halls.
Slowly slowly his behavior changed From levels of sky till ground it ranged.
At last i found his reason to be, But so sad it was all because of me.
And finally whom i had decided my destiny, Unfortunately turned out to my biggest enemy. One month passed,but still he hadn't shown ,
Any signs or symptoms of our friendship to be grown. I was thinking whether he would really talk , Or would look at me and just silently walk.
I didn't understand why this was happening to me.? Was it just fun.... or i was deserving to be.! Every night,every day and even afternoon,
I wished that he would talk to me very soon. Days passed,memories passed and even the nights were gone,
Slowly slowly i could see some change in him was born. Every morning ,after my sleep, as i opened my eyes, I remembered and saw him as soon as the sun's rise.
Two months passed and there was change in my mind, I felt very sad but understood that he was not of my kind.
I had feelings ,emotions and also for him i cared., But now it was high time for anything to be beard.
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He braked on the other side of the street and killed the engine. The three storey
building was nearly ten yards away. It was an old building, built with red bricks and painted
in grey. It had considerably big compound with high iron gates. The road was flanked with
trees on either side. The atmosphere was damp and wet; the street was smeared with yellow
and red blossoms that withered down from the trees. It had rained heavily during the day.
There were five more buildings around the block. The silent road went ahead straight for
thirty to forty yards and turned right, around the curb to the Park. A dead end. The yellow
sodium street lamps casted a golden reflection on the wet street. There was an eerie silence
encasing the atmosphere around. He leaned back in the drivers seat and took a deep breath.
The sky roared, flashed with quick lightening and thunders. He massaged the back of his
neck to ease his weariness and looked at the sky through the windshield.
So far, so good.
Few minutes passed by in the still darkness. His mind was thinking hard. Right then
out of nowhere he saw a sedan approaching in the rear view mirror of his car. Its head lights
sparkled brightly in the dull darkness as it hit his retina. It whizzed past him and disappeared
in the vague darkness. Nothing happened for a while. There was only silence with
intermediate disturbances, some strange noises, dogs barking, winds hustling through the
leaves of the trees, insects chirping.
He thought that was the best part of his job.
The wait. The planning and plotting. Evaluating different ways, brooding on the
possibilities. He was always amazed by the fact that there could be so many ways to kill.
Different clientele, different demands, different ways. He loved this job. That sense of
satisfaction, that feeling of triumph when he injected fear in the eyes of his victims. They
would beg and cry for mercy even though they knew they are going to die. It wasnt about
money. It was about pleasure.
He heard few whispers and then the gate opened and a couple walked out. They
seemed drunk yet they were considerably sober. The man was old, around 5feet 6 inches tall,
somewhere towards mid fifties. He wore a grey blazer and trouser with white shirt. His
obesity defined his luxurious lifestyle. The lady was dressed in knee length raven black
spaghetti. She was few inches taller than her boyfriend. She had an hourglass figure. She was
beautiful; she was young, barely twenty-five. His eyes were fixed on the couple as they
walked towards him. He let his thoughts settle. Then he brought out his 1986 Smith &
Wesson revolver. The beautiful model 19 metallic coloured revolver glistened in the dark.
For a split moment he gazed at his prized possession. It was the power. It was an ecstasy for
him. He closed his eyes, he felt heart beats rise; he felt the adrenaline and blood running in
his veins. He opened his eyes, pulled over the hood of his jacket and reached for the door of
the car. It was a time to kill.
They couple wa