Where is my pencil? Heck! It was here just a moment ago on my table. Oh! It must be under this book. No! It isn't there. OK then it must be under that book. Hiding from my searchlights. But Na! not there either. Try looking for it in your graduation mug which holds all your writing ad highlighting weaponry. Alas! can't see it there. Hell where has the damn pencil vanished? Its not a needle and nor is my table a haystack that I can't find one simple looking pencil. Then there is only one more possibility and that is you must have dropped it off the table. It must have slipped or something. Oh no! Now I will have to move myself _my so important self _ and look for it under the table. Well I am not ready to undertake this huge task. Atleast not now. It is a gigantic, mammoth of a thing to move myself and look for it down there. Understandably I am not ready for this endeavour right now. Let us postpone it till some other time and use a spare pencil for the moment. Now thats some idea!
Having left the mystery a bit unsolved I shook off all the thoughts of finding my lost pencil and moved my hand towards the mug to fetch the other one. My searchlights fell upon my reaching hand and lo and behold! I see a remarkable sight. A miracle of sorts. There is my lost pencil, tucked in between my fingers like a cigarette in a chain smoker's hand while all the while I had gone crazy looking for it all around me.
Having left the mystery a bit unsolved I shook off all the thoughts of finding my lost pencil and moved my hand towards the mug to fetch the other one. My searchlights fell upon my reaching hand and lo and behold! I see a remarkable sight. A miracle of sorts. There is my lost pencil, tucked in between my fingers like a cigarette in a chain smoker's hand while all the while I had gone crazy looking for it all around me.
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