#radiostory

These stories are made for those who want to hear silly little situations of the normal human experience, a phenomenon created by the writer who will not have a name for everyone's enjoyment.

Every human being on earth, I feel like there's a part of us that even though quite hidden rebels in the idea of warfare, I know I know a lot of people may not agree with me on this, but it is true, is it not for our species in its own right, is one meant to conquer and be conquered it's something for out the annals of history that we have made the mistake of choosing violence over peace, over and over and over again, so it makes question, why, why do we find warfare this disgusting, violent and dangerous activities so pleasing that we honor it in media and books and songs so why do we find all so fascinating and entertaining if it's so brutal my theory, which may not agree with all is that war brings this sort of imperialist ik or naturalistic feeling within us that make us feel needed are important as the giants of the earth fights among each other, using words and ideals, the every day man in warfare muses their own hands and spirits to fight their enemies, which makes a sense for, even in warfare, there is no true enemy but the fellow man you are looking at and with that connection, that people get from the act of fighting and warfare, that's why people feel so much connection, we leave wistfulness for war times, specifically, those in the distant past, those times where we would fight honestly amongst men, for example, Americans and their war for freedom against the English which to America change things permanently, still paying tax, though to this day, I guess just not taxes on tea anymore, and as well, the war as the roses or even a war, that's very close to heart for me the New Zealand Land wars where the indigenous people of New Zealand fought against the English to keep the Land, and even more recent wars, like World War one and 2, when looking back at them in the eye of media, they seemed so calm, almost like a storm that is off in the distance waiting and growing and people know that it's happening, but are so encumbered by the little lies that they tell themselves that it won't come to me surely it won't and that's why I believe people think that war is such a wistful time to be in even though we know much better that it is not our subconscious mind craves the chaos of it, for it makes every day more enjoyable and sweeter for it, at least for those who don't have to experience it first hand

Anyway, that's my radio talk for today. Thank you for reading, I guess I know this one might be a bit controversial, and I don't mean any hate for anyone who reads this and feels like I'm stepping on toes. I'm not, I'm just sharing an experience I feel when I watch media of warfare and stuff like that, especially during a time like this, where it feels like war is getting closer and closer to just bursting at the seams anyway, I hope you had a nice time reading

These stories are made for those who want to hear silly little situations of the normal human experience, a phenomenon created by the writer who will not have a name for everyone's enjoyment.

I'm sure no one ever realizes why they're socks go missing, do they everyone has their own little theories and ideas that why, why do my socks go missing, they ask themselves some believe little gremlins hide in their houses, stealing their socks from right underneath them, of course, these little gremlins, if they did exist quite terrible at their job because if they truly stole your socks, you wouldn't realize those socks were missing in the first place unless your subconscious still remember them and others believe socks simply hide themselves under couch cushions or in the back of closets or in the back of your washing machine or dryer but personally, I don't believe any of those are the right answer I believe that where your socks go, wherever they want to be probably off on a little adventure of their own. Possibly far out in the wide ocean facing title waves and beasts from the depths trying to swallow them whole, only to reach a unknown Land to be used as a secret artifact from a mysterious tribe no one knows or perhaps they're fighting in the jungle, known as your backyard, trying to escape goblins and beasts alike trying to make it back home only to find that they were replaced by a different type of sock or maybe, just maybe they're on your feet right, this moment carrying you to your destination, be it to the grocery store to collect important items such as milk eggs and butter for he probably forgot to get at least one of those items this week, or maybe you're simply laying in bed resting for the day ahead, slowly losing yourself in the constant scrolling of tiktoks algorithm wasting away in bed comfortably but surely forgetting that you should have taken me your socks off, so they're stuck with you on your feet until you finally realize that brush them aside, like they're nothing, or maybe simply you're just driving home from a long day of adventures at work planning on this relaxing and finally being able to rest your weary legs yes, and thanks to all those reasons, that's why your socks go missing, not because of silly goblins are hiding themselves under more important clothes, but because they followed you on your adventures, and they simply got trapped in their own, wondering off somewhere near, but don't worry, your socks always come back they always will.

And that's my radio talk. Thank you everyone for reading today's addition to the radio talk series, I hope it was to everyone's liking I'm trying something a little different next time, maybe I'll write a short story that people can enjoy, I'll see what I do anyways. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day or night

These stories are made for those who want to hear silly little situations of the normal human experience, a phenomenon created by the writer who will not have a name for everyone's enjoyment.

Did you know that every time the rain falls, the world seems to slow down a bit, I'm sure nobody really notices that they do. Everyone has their own little opinions on what happens when it rains. Most, mainly scientific believe when it rains that it's simply water from the ocean, rising from heat and then eventually falling from the clouds in what we call the phenomenon of rain of course, that is a simple version of the actual process but nonetheless, even though the rain is so simple and has such a simple concept, it seems almost mystical in its way of expressing itself, the world, like I said earlier seems to slow down, and the earth itself seems to pause when it rains for when it starts to rain, all those little creatures, big and small come to play be it worms rising to the surface from the deep, grimy earth below or children and yellow suits going out to play, jumping in puddles and getting dirty faces or maybe someone simpler, the teenager, looking out their window wistfully wish you could go out on a sunny day to the beach, for it is summer and it should not be raining, but still it is but all of these together proved something that humanity still cannot understand fully rain, and the feelings that it brings are mysterious, yet loving, a sort of pausing time to the earth to let every thing that is and shouldn't come together and a mystical time that only those who truly wish to look can see.

And that's my radio talk for today. Thank you everyone for reading this, I hope this was good. I'm gonna try and keep on doing this. If I can't, then I'll see what I can do anyway till next time.

मैं मुंबई के इस पुराने बिल्डिंग में पिछले पाँच साल से रह रहा हूँ। एकदम टॉप फ्लोर पर मेरा छोटा सा कमरा है — अकेला, शांत, और बिल्कुल वैसा जैसा मुझे पसंद है। छत से सटा हुआ, बस एक दरवाज़ा और एक खिड़की, और बाहर खुला आसमान। मेरे कमरे के ठीक ऊपर है बिल्डिंग की छत… जहाँ दो नीली पानी की टंकियां हैं। और उनके पीछे एक है... तीसरी टंकी। काली, जंग लगी, तिरछी सी — जैसे किसी ने बरसों से छुआ ही न हो। बचपन में जब पहली बार छत पर गया था, दादी ने कहा था — "उस टंकी को मत छूना। उसमें किसी का वास है।" तब हँसी आई थी… लेकिन वो बात जाने क्यों आज तक भूली नहीं।

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ये कोई कहानी नहीं…ये वो रात है, जब मुझे पहली बार अपनी ही धड़कनों से डर लगा।मेरी नाइट शिफ्ट खत्म हुई थी, और मैं ऑफिस से लौटकर थककर गिरा था।वही कमरा – शहर की सीमा पर, अकेला मकान, तीन मंज़िलों पर बस मैं।उस दिन मेरा बर्थडे था।ऑफिस में किसी ने ध्यान नहीं दिया, लेकिन एक सहकर्मी अनुज ने चलते-चलते एक पैकेट दिया।"पुराना है, पर चलता है… तुझे पसंद आएगा," उसने मुस्कुराकर कहा।पैकेट खोलते ही धूल सी उड़ गई।अंदर था एक पुराना, लकड़ी का, डायल वाला टेबल रेडियो।मुझे बढ़ी खुशी हुई।

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