The Circle – part 3

The Circle-part 1

The Circle-part 2

(Read the first and second part by clicking above)

The rain eased but the pain increased. My bloodied body seeked nothing but his last destination . As I swam, the cold water pushed me ahead towards a destination unknown. Then it felt like heaven, the sands in my hand. It felt like I reached the place I seeked. I reached an unknown island and pushed myself on the sand with my face down. I tried to lift my face and saw a tin shade a few yards away.

I slowly slithered on the sand and reached the tin shade. There was no one there. I thought about them and wondered if they would come back for me. I had nothing left but the last few seconds to think about my father, the most valuable memories of my life. I was loosing my senses.


I looked into the heavens, it cracked open. I saw an extremely illuminating light coming down from the sky and it landed on water. I was about to sleep. I was falling into a trance. I saw few people coming out of water towards me and they were wearing an enclosed helmet on their head. And then it clicked again, the memories came back. As those people came to rescue me and fixed me I got lost in my memories.


As I entered the room I saw a man crying tremendously for something. He was down on his knees with his hands soaked in blood . I came closer to see something which rocked me to my core. Lying in the pool of blood I saw their ghostly faces, the wife and the little son.

I thought, “What evil he has done, killed his own family?”

But his dejected face wanted to say something else. “Father why are you crying”, someone interrupted.

I looked up to see a young man with a knife, soaked in blood. He was the elder son of the man. The father, full of rage, grabbed his elder son’s face with his hands and screamed-

“I trusted you, what you have done! I loved you so much but you killed my heart and soul”.

The son replied, “I just wanted your love. You loved them so much and hardly cared about me which made me jealous. And so I eliminated them. “

The son looked delusional . The father became furious but when he looked at his son and started crying

“ You sick, naive idiot! They were my life and now you have killed me rather than them. I am gonna kill you. “

He was totally engulfed with rage. Then he snatched the knife from his son and stabbed him many times. I was shocked to see that. Why the hell he did that? He had nothing to live for. The wrath of a vulnerable man finished everything beautiful in his life.

I came closer to the lifeless body of the elder son and observed something odd. There was no blood. Then I remembered, the son was Ali and of course we don’t have blood. We are machines, an AI powered humanoid robots.


My father always thought that his machine was perfect and it would not become corrupt with time like humans but he was wrong. The code was perfect but the time makes everything imperfect. It ages us, it grieves us, it corrupts us and finally kills us. And so Ali became corrupted with time. The loss of my creator’s family was beyond his capacity. He was broke, dejected and wanted to kill himself but he found a purpose. A second chance to achieve perfection in his invention. So he decided to create his third son. He longed for a family.


And so to achieve perfection, he built me, guided me, gave me his memories and his reflection. He also gave me his dreams. But to beat time from making me corrupt, he killed my clock. Every time I sleep, I loose memory of my past and start my day fresh. But my creator injected a code to keep the most valuable memories intact which I only remember for few minutes before I am about to sleep. It was a glitch, an imperfection to create perfection.


But the imperfections of humankind took a toll on planet earth. Man’s greed became his downfall. He induced global warming, burnt forests and did everything to destroy his home. So they were finally forced to find another home and they tried to built it on Mars. They started terraforming Mars and used every possible technology to make it quick but once again time beaten them. Just when the Mars started to become green with a patch of blue , the earth became red and the conditions were not enough for humans to live on Mars. So my father came to their rescue.

He knew that his generation may not survive but his invention may start the circle of life. He gave his technology to humanity. Many humanoid robots, powered by Artificial intelligence were created and sent to Mars. Their sole purpose was terraforming Mars and making it liveable for humans. My father fixed Ali and sent both of us to Mars. All of us were coded to stuck in a loop of time. We don’t remember our past after every sleep. We only had our most precious memories which we remember for few minutes before we slept.

But the code was deceived again and the machines started becoming corrupt following their loop for few times. But I was the exception. I was the only one who stayed uncorrupted in spite of living for 250 years on Mars. That glitch which helped me to remember my father and see his reflections, also helped me to achieve what he seeked. It game me conscience and every life I came across whether humans or machines developed compassion and empathy for every creation. But Ali was exception, his sins were terrible which needed even time’s assistance to become pure.

We don’t know what had happened to planet earth and the only humans I saw live in the orbit of the Mars. They occasionally come and help us in our endeavour to make Mars sustain life. They never spoke about earth. Maybe they told us but we are coded to keep only the most precious memories. For now, we are at the brink of creating life on Mars. We turned it from red to green and now from green to blue. Yes we made the oceans, a primordial soup to start life. We are the end and the beginning of the circle of life.

“Hey, wake up Akash! We fixed you and want to check you ”. I opened my eyes and saw humans looking at me, inside a closed room.

One of them asked, “Do you have your memories intact? “.

I replied, “Yes I have my precious memories. I hope you took care of my brother, Ali”.

They smiled and one of them replied, “You dubious machine! Do you still see your father’s reflection and hear his voice around you? “.

I was quite annoyed, “Yes I see and hear him but I want to know that my brother, Ali is safe. “.

Once again they smiled and the other one replied, “You think you are perfect. But perfection is nothing but a journey. You are pessimistic about time but the same time is trying to heal your wounds. You are not perfect just like Ali because my friend-“

He paused , “You are Ali. It is an evil part of you and your good code is trying to correct that glitch every time you wake up. So for now, time to sleep again. And yes thank you again for your work for Humankind”.

Then I heard an epiphany song and slept peacefully.

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle – part 1

Far away on the other side of the river, I saw a woman in white clothes with her little son holding her finger. Their clothes were flowing in the air and they were whispering something. They were hopeful that I would listen to them. They were agitated, they were worried. They wanted to scream but they couldn’t .

Maybe they were shouting but it was only reaching me like a breath flowing through the surface of the river. They wanted me to come to them but this river, it was turning to something else.

I approached the edge of the river, it was becoming red, like blood red. It was poisonous, it smelled like acid. But I felt like I should cross it and so I dived into the river.

It was freezing cold and it slowly numbed my body. I swam as fast as I could against the upstream but I couldn’t move an inch. Something was pulling me from them. I looked back- Oh hell! Thousands of demons, all soaked in blood gathered around me.

They were holding my body, pulling me to every direction. It was pandemonium all around. Their voices all around me, they were screaming at me. It was tearing me apart. I tried my best to move ahead but the more I pulled the lesser I moved.

I looked at the woman, she raised her hand and tried desperately to reach me. I was totally engulfed with pain, dejection and agony. My head was cracking into pieces and my body was trembling with pain. I wanted to get out of that.

“Please, someone help!”

Then I heard the voice-

“Life is just an illusion, what you seek is beyond humans. Wake up son, you have to make it quick. “

I opened my heavy eyes with some difficulty to see the familiar face.

To be continued…

©2020 Piyush Singh

The Circle-part 2

A Letter To My Reader

Hello Friend, Life sometimes become very difficult to lead. When you are happy and things are going in your way, you want to enjoy every moment of it and you don’t want that moment to pass. But my dear friend, happiness is a very rare commodity which do not last eternally. Bad time will also come and will shake you from the inside very badly but you are not suppose to give up. One of the greatest Roman philosopher, Cicero had rightly said, “Whoever is brave is a man of great soul”. You should follow his words, you should learn from the words of greats, you should learn from the nature, the earth and the sky. You should be like water in difficult times and flow like a river on rough, and difficult path very smoothly. Like water, transform yourself into ice in extreme cold and in extreme summer, transform yourself into vapor to reach the sky and come back on earth in the form of rain to slake the thirst of livings. In short, you should learn to mould yourself according to the difficult situations like water and face every difficult situation with courage. You should learn to become tough like earth who had seen the worst days of her life, from being a ball of fire to a ball of ice but she never complained about that and at the same time she sacrificed every day to see you alive. My dear friend life is very short , do not panic in difficult times, face every difficulty with courage. Life is like a war and you are suppose to fight it till the end , till your last breath. So be a Warrior! “How well he fell asleep! Like some proud river, widening towards the sea, Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.” -Samuel .T. Coleridge with love and support, piyush

A New Beginning

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It has been one whole year, completely dry without a post.  It is like roaming around in a desert seeing nothing to get inspiration for writing. You become numb and you are not able to feel anything around you which a hopeful soul can see very easily. You are like stuck in between the scattered stars above you and the beautiful drops of water on the grass, shining below your eyes. These elements , these omens of nature are crying out for you to wake you up from this dreadful dream and make you embrace the mother nature once again who has never abandoned you. It is only you who had given up on her many times.

Your life is so full of reasons to ignore  everything  around you because most of the time you are involved in some kind of chase to achieve something which you have always dreamed of. If you are not able to achieve that ,you end up with nothing . You have given up everything to achieve that  personal goal and in the end you get nothing. This makes you numb and selfish and you are not able to see the world beyond you. Success never comes in your way all the time. You really need to continue with your hard work and at the same time connect yourself with others. Try to think beyond yourself, surrender yourself to the nature and it will automatically heal you and will guide you towards a happier path.

We should try to understand that heaven is not a place but a feeling when we do something for others . Writing is one such activity which is selfless . A writer always find one or the other way or reason to write and he is always hopeful. He is a selfless person and he inspires his readers, share their grief , help them to understand things and motivate them to move ahead in spite of many falls.

Words are like bones and flesh without life. A writer is an Alchemist who transform them, gives them life to bring changes in the life  of its readers.

I hope this year is going to be full of inspirational chapters for all of us because that is more important than the results or success !