Shriyandhaa's space

  Wecome back to "What's Inside?"!  But this is part two. So far: I get a big box with my name on it. Once opened, I ask Shripradhaa to see what is inside. She goes in. But never comes out. So I go in, and... Read on! For a moment, all I saw was a blinding flash. And now, currently, Shripu and I are in an illusion. There are only spirals everywhere, and we seem to be going SUPER slow. And of course, "we seem to be going" refers to "we are falling".  And probably after hours, we suddenly speed up - we're falling at top speed now - BAM! There's the flash again and - thud - we've fallen somewhere. Somewhere.... But where? This feels like no where, because we are somewhere, and somewheres are always no wheres to people who haven't been to somewheres before. Anyways, it is a no where because there isn't anything. Anything except - black.  But I feel solid ground - and I feel a head - belonging to Shripu - and something else - but what is...

Who hugs me and hugs me, Who loves me more, Who kisses me and kisses me, Who watches me soar. Who paints my life, Who makes my day, Who lights the night, Who makes me say: "I love you so much, Yes I do, There isn't a day, Without the fabulous you!" Who kindles happiness, Who stops sadness, Who makes my mind, Who makes my heart impressed. Who builds my path, Who calms my wrath, Who builds confidence, Who breaks warpath. You are no one, but MYSELF  I will always love you(self), for your  Past, present and future help.

From minute pieces of flattened rice, Arises a Palacial, grandiose house. Listen to this story about a meaningful prize  Given to Suddhama by God Krishna, of course. Suddhama and Krishna have been together,  In their lone Gurukulam school. Together they played, together they made, They made life a happy pool. But turns out, Suddhama is poor, And has hardly any money to spare. "Ask for some help," his wife said, So of he went, under the Sun's hot flares. All day and night, he travelled far, With a small rag pouch of flattened rice. He walked and walked, until he heard the talks, Of faraway guards, not so nice. He finally reached, and as he was about to enter, The guards refuse his enterance. "I am innocent, I am Krishna's friend!"  But they will not let him enter. But Krishna appears, to greet him inside,  With a big, warm hug. "What do you have for me?" He asked nicely, As Suddhama hid the pouch. "Oh, flatened rice!" Krishna cried,  Grabb...

  Chapter 18 - The Prank The S Scientists, as you know, are in great trouble. They currently don't know that, but they will get to, in this very part of the story. Saketh happily boasted about what had happened, thinking as though it had worked. But anyway, the others were worried. "But don't you think Hi Ho found out that it was just a floatie?" Said Samhitha nervously. "No! He never found that out. I told you, didn't I? I saw him freak out," said Saketh. "I'm sure it's going to work. Unless he,"  Saketh came to an abrupt stop as the doorbell rang. Shreya went to answer the door. But to her greatest disappointment, it was Hi Ho, his face red, and Shreya was clearly able to see the anger. Saketh gulped. "Unless he doesn't find out and come here!" He said in a shaky, low tone. Hi Ho stormed into their house without even asking permission. He marched straight up to Saketh and fiercely leaned over on him. "One more time ...

  He who conquers the Heart of the World, With one simple, small word. Oh, but it is only simple to Him, But not to the whole World.  His teachings are not to be forgotten, But to be kept in mind. Use those every day, Use it in any situation you can find. Don't feel bad if you never saw Him, For He lives in each one's Heart. He cannot be seen, or heard, But He can be felt; if you have right thoughts. Be modest, kind, and humble like Him, For He has made miracles happen.  He forgives your  mistakes, Because He is a God who is tolerant.  Though he is not physically there, He mentally resides everywhere. He is born a man, but a God, Who sits in your hearts, and about you He cares. He is the World's Guru, Elder to even the Greatest of Gods. He is our dearest Ummachi Thatha, Simple to Him, but a miracle to me and You.  

  Clingty clang, clangty cling, They dance along, a song they sing  Shimmering in the light of day, Clingty clang, they sing, they play. Dangling in your pant pocket, They shimmer like the charger socket  Funny names they keep themselves, Dollars, rupees, dimes and what else? Brothers and sisters, notes might be, But much bigger and flimsier, as you see  1, 2, 5 and 10, Are the names for the glittery them. I stumbled upon these glinting coins, Examining them from inch to inch  They are worth much, points and points, So you can't waste them even a pinch.