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The Time Machine

The Time Machine

Time machines that feature in science fiction movies seem really exciting. The idea of escaping to the past or jumping into the future seems adventurous. What happens when the machine stops halfway through the journey? The traveller should choose between the past and the future.

At this point, most travellers would love to go back in time to do things in a different way. The wary ones would go far in time to see the red herrings and their destiny.

This seemed like a tricky business to me. It's a tough choice to choose between the past and the future. I pondered over this for a long time. It took me quite a few days to realise that being stuck in the time machine is the best decision. 

Without the regrets from the past, there are no lessons learnt. What breaks us, makes us. Without the slightest clue about the forthcoming days, we move forward and hustle harder.

So, the next time I watch a science fiction movie, I'll toss the popcorn packet in the bin and come back rather than coming up with ideas to build a time machine!

Comments

  1. Anonymous30 January 2017 at 18:28


    Beautifully written with a cute message.

    What takes us back to the past are the memories and what brings us forward is our dreams. I do have a time machine which goes only forward at the speed of 60 seconds a minute !!

    But this Time Machine predicts that Archana will soon rise to become a great personality amongst us. My best wishes to this budding writer.


    Regards: Selvakumar

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  2. Unknown30 January 2017 at 19:20

    Yea, The tamest looper might pretend to do that in reality!! Hats off!

    -> bettyruba

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  3. virtualboi30 January 2017 at 19:24

    really great work to start off... keep it up!

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  4. Unknown30 January 2017 at 19:30

    Wow great initiation. Keep up the good work. ☺

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  5. Meenakshi31 January 2017 at 14:20

    Superb writing and a good deal of thought has gone into it...my best wishes

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  6. Venkat Narayana1 February 2017 at 22:45

    Wow. ...a good start ...can see the works of your labour. ..keep playing with words! !!

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  7. Reply6 February 2017 at 23:21

    Good -fiction means no boundaries and limits where even if you get struck in the middle.In reality we are always in the middle thinking of past and dreaming of future
    Anyway good thinking

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