Year: 2025

Damn the battery! shouted the boy, cursing the cell phone in his hand,
which innocently continued to blink a little red dot on its forehead,
whilst the screen robotically announced repeatedly -‘Battery Low’-. X,
sitting next to him, curved his lips in a hidden smile while his eyes
toyed with the little red blink. In spite of the stealth used, the
teenager managed to catch a glimpse of the little curve on the man’s
face. He flared. ‘What are you smiling at?’ he sniped. X, his cute
smile intact, without a blink, grabbed the cell phone from the
teenagers hand, removed it battery, and held it to his wrist nerves.

The teenager, shocked by the X’s speed, innocently looked on as the
man’s nerves grew from red to blue and the battery, with a slight
hiss, even though it was impossible, was charging.

It must’ve been around 10 seconds, when X, with double the speed
displayed earlier, disengaged the battery, locked it in the cell phone
and handed it over to the shell-shocked kid, who innocently took back
his possession with shivering hands. ‘Never curse it again, for now it
works on our energy’ whispered the man in the boy’s ears. Before the
kid could think of thinking, X rose swiftly, gently toyed with the
boy’s black hair, silently gestured a goodbye, turned and was lost
into the rush of CST station.

The boy, his eyes unsuccessfully searching the CST rush, slowly
switched on his cell phone, waiting for a bomb to go off inside it.
None of that happened. In spite of all the child’s prayers, the phone
started, the red light on its forehead silent and resting and a
message on the screen robotically announcing repeatedly – ‘Battery
Fully Charged. Welcome, to the Energy Network’ -

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Ladies and gentlemen, fifteen years down the line, X, could be you.
Inside the human body, at the base of the spine, lies the ‘Kundalini’,
the coiled locked serpentine energy, which on careful unlocking, bring
the bearer, cosmic vibrations, radiant energy and above all, help in
the path of self awareness.
For all those who are still not reading carefully enough, This power
is real, and this power is available.

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Hi, I’m Kapil, A happiness freak, a firm believer in pure
love and full awareness, and a happy writer of happy fiction.

And also read his another stories The day, the music died and Unsplit beings.