A man died...

When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a BOX in his hand.

  • Dialog between God and Dead Man:

God: Alright son, it’s time to go

Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans like writing papers, books increase the No. of RG followers...

God: I am sorry but, it’s time to go

Man: What do you have in that BOX?

God: Your belongings

Man: My belongings? You mean my things... Clothes... money...

God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth

Man: Is it my memories?

God: No. They belong to Time

Man: Is it my talent and popularity?

God: No. They belong to Circumstance and the number of times your article is download in RG

Man: Are those my publications and book?

God: No, they belong to RG exclusively

Man: Is it my friends and family?

God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled

Man: Is it my wife and children and my RG friends?

God: No. they belong to your Heart

Man: Then it must be my body

God: No No... It belongs to Dust

Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!

God: You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.

Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the BOX from the God's hand and opened it...

Empty...

With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God...

Man: I never owned anything?

God: That’s Right. You never owned anything.

Man: Then? What was mine?

God: your MOMENTS and virtual world that cannot be seen.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU THROUGH THIS VIRTUAL DOMAIN. YOU CAN DROP FEW LINES IN [email protected].

Life is just a Moment.

Live it...

Love it...

and build a healthy network

Be Happy in every moment ...and enjoy your NEW YEAR with some brilliant shinning publications.

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