Mindviewers Stories

Once there was a very wealthy man who was suffering from severe eye pain.He consulted many doctors and try their treatment but nothing helped.Even after consuming so many drugs to fix his eyes he still suffered from pain and that and that pain in eye persisted more than before.

At last,he heard about a monk who was famous for being an expert in treating such problems.He went to him and told him about his problem

Monk understood his problem and said that, "You should concentrate only on green colors and try not to let your eyes fall on any other colors. "
Man finds this prescription strange but he was despirate to find cure and decided to try it.
Wealthy man called for group of painters and purchased loads of green paint and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall to be painted green just as the monk had directed.

Just in few days everything around that man was in green. Wealthy man made sure that nothing around would in any other color.

After some days, monk came to visit wealthy man, millionaire servant ran with bucket of green paint and poured it all over him.

Monk asked servants reason for this. Servant replied, “You were wearing saffron and we can’t let our master see any other color than green..”

Hearing this monk laughed and said, “If only.. you had purchased a pair of green colored glasses for him to wear.. worth just few dollars..
You could have saved all these walls, articles and also would have been able to save a large amount of his fortune.. You cannot paint the world green.”

Moral:
It is foolish to shape/ Change the world, Let’s Shape ourselves first.. Let us change our vision and the world will appear accordingly

18:05,- The clock strikes as I had just returned from a three miles walk to the outskirt of the
town. I trudge to the miserable inn I had procured for the last three days. You could tell that I
am tired from the weary look on my face that I wish I could have someone that would do
things for me at that very moment.
I laid my back on the hard bed with a squeaking sound emanating from the wood and lumpy
with sheets that are stained. My eyes surveyed the small room filled with dust, cobwebs in
the corners, and a musty smell in the air. The rooms here are not properly tidied after being
used. The window is small and old, and it seems like it is almost detached from the walls.
There is a small fan hanging from the ceiling and a small lightbulb covered with dust casting
a yellow sickly light.
I began to count the ceilings minutes passed after taking a long gaze at a wall gecko who
attached his claws to the wall facing me. My mind flashed back to the misty and cold
morning. I had earlier taken it upon myself to look out for an apartment on the outskirts of
Grandville. I hurriedly took my bath in a small bathroom littered with a lot of sponges and
sachets of soaps locked at the end of the spot where water flush out to the dug spot at the
back of the inn.
Having dressed for my adventure, I passed by a young girl in the passage putting out
candles that were light the previous night. She gave me a lustful smile as I walked down the
path, but I wasn't in for that. I could still feel a slight headache on the right side of my
forehead, it seems like I had received a punch from a pro boxer. Oh! Well, I took a lot of
shots of beer the night before and I could not remember how I managed to find my way back
to the room.
A light-skinned chauffeur was standing right behind his car. He looks so calm and one would
detect that he is a responsible man from his mode of dressing. He is tall and well dressed,
with a neat appearance. I waved at him- his car looks so neat that I would say it attracted me
and which prompted me to choose him among all, - and I moved closer to him. He wore a
warm smile on his face and this signals a sense of duty and responsibility.
'Taxi? ' I said.
'Yes, it is. ' it was the answer.
'I had just moved to this town and I have done myself the honor of lodging in an inn. I
intended to stay for a week or more before, but I am not comfortable with the atmosphere.
Do you know of any available apartments up for rent? ' I asked with a submissive voice.
'Grandville is my town, sir, ' he paused and took a glance at my face with a smile to ease me.
' I have been to almost all parts of the town, it would be my pleasure to drive you anywhere. '
His response was everything I could wish for at that very moment. It felt like a heart-warm message brought by an angel.
He slowly opened the door and gestured that I should get in. He rolled down the windows
and at the same time reach to lock the doors. He inquired whether I would love to listen to
some country songs.
'Sure, ' I replied, and deep down within me, I rarely listen to country songs. I could not have
objected because of his calm manner of approaching me.
I sat in the back seat watching the world go by as the car moves down the road. I saw people
talking on their phones and women offering their wares at the pedestrian for sale. Cars and
bikes move along the road, honking their horns and whizzing past. I could feel the gentle
vibrations of the car as it roll along. I had a feeling of calmness and I was lost between sleep
and being awake.
The car severed into a pothole and I came out of my subconsciousness. We have been on
the road for the last fifteen minutes and probably I have lost track of time.
We are now on the outskirts of the town. The sky is clear here and filled with fluffy white
clouds. The trees along the sloppy road are lofty and green, and the scent of fresh grass
with heavy dew filled the air. The sound of the car engine mixed with the country song to
create a soothing symphony. The chauffeur took a turn and the car swayed gently as it went
through the bend. I have never felt so relaxed like this in months.

To be continued...

I woke up to the sound of a sudden lightning strike, followed by a deafening thud coming from behind our house. I rushed outside, and there it was: a massive tree had fallen, its trunk hollowed out by honey bees that had made their home there for months. We had been anticipating the tree's fall, but we never expected it to be brought down by lightning.

The next morning, I walked outside to find my brother standing near the fallen tree, a jar of honey in his hands. He was dressed in a mishmash of clothes, looking almost like a colorful masquerade. I couldn't help but wonder about his strange appearance. Ignoring my mom's warnings, I dashed toward the fallen tree, only to be met with a searing pain as a bee stung me right on the nose. It was a shock unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My nose felt like it was swelling and pulsating, and tears welled up in my eyes as I sprinted back to the house and collapsed on the ground. My mom rushed over, soothing the sting with palm oil as I silently sobbed.

As I lay there, nursing my throbbing nose, I realized that this was my first bee sting, an unforgettable lesson learned.

Heloise and Ghal ride deeper into the forest, still feeling uneasy after their encounter with Theron.
As they move forward, the trees seem to close in around them, making them feel trapped. They exchange worried looks, staying alert for any signs of danger lurking nearby.

Suddenly, they hear shouting and the clashing of metal in the distance. Without hesitation, they rush towards the noise, determined to help whoever is in trouble.
They find a group of bandits attacking a lone traveler. Heloise and Ghal jump into action, fighting off the bandits with all their might.

The bandits are caught off guard by their sudden attack, and Heloise and Ghal manage to defeat them, driving them away into the shadows of the forest.
After the battle, the grateful traveler approaches them, thanking them for saving their life. Heloise and Ghal exchange tired smiles, relieved that they were able to help.

Emerging from the thick forest, Heloise and Ghal were greeted by a stunning sight: the kingdom of Azhi, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The city spread out before them, its tall buildings and busy streets showing off its grandeur.
As they entered the city gates, they were met with a lively scene. Market stalls were filled with colorful spices and fabrics, while musicians played lively tunes on the streets. There was an energy in the air that made everything feel alive.

Heloise and Ghal couldn't help but be impressed by the beauty and culture of the kingdom as they walked through its streets. They admired the detailed designs on the buildings and the colorful paintings that told stories of the kingdom's past.

They tried the local food, enjoying the spicy dishes and sweet treats that filled the air with delicious smells. They watched as dancers performed traditional dances in the town square, moving gracefully to the music.

But it wasn't just the sights and sounds that captured their attention; it was the kindness and friendliness of the people of Azhi. Everywhere they went, they were welcomed with smiles and open arms, treated like honored guests in King Sun's kingdom.

to be continued...

Heading to pick up my laptop from the repair shop was like going on a mission. I'd been without it for days, and I couldn't wait to have it back. I was pumped to catch up on work and chat with my friends online. It was going to be awesome.

But as I walked down the street, I noticed some sketchy-looking people hanging around. They seemed like trouble, and I got this uneasy feeling in my gut. I clutched my bag tighter, feeling a bit nervous.

Then, one of them stepped in front of me with a mean grin. He demanded I give them my stuff. My heart raced as I realized they were trying to rob me!

I tried to walk past them, but they surrounded me, blocking my way. I knew they wanted my laptop with everything in it, and I wasn't about to let them take it.

So, I swung my bag at one of them and took off running. They chased after me through the streets, but I was determined to keep my laptop safe.

Finally, I made it to the repair shop, out of breath but relieved. I grabbed my laptop and walked away, feeling grateful to have escaped without any harm. It was like something out of a movie, but I was just glad to have my laptop back in my hands.

Chikamso had been eyeing the tempting, luscious coconuts on the towering tree near the path to his school for a long time. Every day, as he passed by, he could feel his craving for the succulent fruits grow stronger. The coconuts seemed to call out to him, appearing like a prize waiting to be claimed.

One fateful day, after school, Chikamso decided it was time to seize the opportunity. He had been pondering over the idea for a while, and today, his desire to taste the fleshy, fruity coconuts won over his hesitation. He made a sly plan to gather a few of the coconuts for himself before anyone arrived to claim ownership.

With determination burning in his heart, Chikamso approached the tree as his heart raced with excitement. With skill and a bit of fearlessness, he ascended the heights of the coconut tree, driven by the promise of the delicious fruits. When he reached the top, his eyes widened with amazement at the size and lushness of the coconuts, hanging like treasures waiting to be discovered.

He carefully plucked a few of the ripe coconuts and was savoring the prospect of tasting them. However, in the midst of his delight, an unexpected interruption occurred - the owner of the tree appeared, catching Chikamso in the act. The owner stood there, stunned to find a young boy perched in his prized coconut tree.

Chikamso's heart sank as he felt an impending sense of guilt and fear of the consequences. He was initially tongue-tied, feeling trapped and unsure of how to explain himself to the owner. However, the owner, after his initial surprise, managed to understand Chikamso's temptation, and after some negotiations and explanations, he allowed Chikamso to pick one coconut as a gracious compromise.

Chikamso descended the tree, grateful for the owner's understanding and generosity. With one ripe, juicy coconut in hand, he made his way home, realizing that despite the unexpected turn of events, he had managed to bring home a small portion of the abundance he had sought

Seventeen years after parting ways with my former lover, I never imagined that I would run into him again. It was a chance encounter that changed everything, and little did I know that it would lead to a beautiful chapter in my life.

After our breakup, I had resigned myself to being alone. I focused on my work and tried to move on from the heartbreak of losing what I had thought was my forever love. But then, Akan came back into my life in the most unexpected way. We ran into each other at a local café, and I was taken aback to see him after all these years.

As we got talking, I found myself opening up about how broken I had been after our breakup. I didn't know why I was sharing these personal details with him, but something about the way he listened and understood put me at ease. With time, Akan and I started bonding over our conversations and shared experiences, and like magic, love began to bloom between us.

The feeling was so different from what I had experienced in the past. It was as if I had discovered a connection that was truly heavenly. With Akan, there was trust, open communication, commitment, and genuine love. I knew that this was the kind of love I had always yearned for.

A year later, we got married in a beautiful ceremony, surrounded by our friends and loved ones. We started a new chapter of our lives together, one built on trust, respect, and unwavering affection. I had learned valuable lessons from my past, and I promised myself that I would teach my daughter, when she was old enough, that not all that seems like love is indeed love. Akan and I lived happily ever after, creating a loving and nurturing environment for our family.

I needed to visit the bank today to sort out some urgent issues, and I had planned to leave before 11 am. However, as luck would have it, I found myself running late and scrambling to be ready to leave by 1:23 pm.

I hurriedly made my way to where I could get a tricycle (keke) to transport me to the bank. Although I had to pay a small fortune for the ride, it was the quickest option at the time.

Upon reaching the bank, I was surprised to be welcomed and attended to promptly. Despite the initial hurdles, the staff worked efficiently, and I was able to resolve my matters in less than three hours. It was a relief to have everything sorted, despite the time it took.

However, the cost of transportation back home was another blow. I couldn't believe that for a 15-minute journey, I had to pay another hefty sum to the keke driver. It made me reflect on the fact that these drivers, often underestimated, earn much more than many government workers. It was an eye-opening realization.

Finally, I returned home safely, albeit with a pounding headache, the result of the stress and the long hours out. All in all, it wasn't a bad day.

I had a dream last night that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It had been a long time since I dreamt something so fascinating. Usually, my dreams were serious and profound, holding deep meaning or revelatory insights. But yesterday was different. In my dream, I found myself floating and experiencing pure joy. I was flying amidst the clouds, soaring alongside the birds. Everyone around me was also flying, but it felt as though I was truly relishing every moment of my flight.

When I woke up, I lay in bed for a while, reflecting on the dream. I couldn't shake off the feeling of enjoyment and renewal it had given me. As I got up and went outside, I saw the birds flying freely in the sky, and a part of me wished I could join them. I longed for my dream to manifest in reality, for the ability to fly like a bird.

In the wake of that dream, a sense of longing and wonder lingered within me. Even though I knew the dream was just a product of my subconscious, it left me with a deep desire to experience the same freedom and exhilaration I had felt while flying through the clouds.

I was feeling a bit tired of the constant digital overload that had become a standard part of my life – online activities, internet surfing, gaming, and movies. It all began to feel suffocating, and I yearned for a break from the digital world.

It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't read a physical novel in a long time. As I rummaged through my bag, I remembered picking up my favorite novel on the way back to school, and I became determined to immerse myself in its pages. I spent nearly two hours searching, determined to find it and have a change of pace.

Eventually, just when I was about to give up, I spotted it at the bottom of my bag, buried amidst a heap of notes and quotes. I struggled to yank it out, and when I finally managed to retrieve it, I eagerly opened the book – only to find the pages in disarray. It was a complete mess.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to straighten out the book, feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment. All I wanted was a peaceful retreat into the pages of a beloved novel, but it seemed that fate had other plans for me. As I started to tidy up the book, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign that I should persist in my quest for a much-needed break from the digital world, or whether this was just a test of my determination.

But what more could be said whereas I found my lovely novel?
After I packed up the heap into the box, I jumped on my soft foam and soaked myself in the sweetness of this romantic art work- Cyprus Love affair.