"My partner is so much like me, yet I fight with her..
Because sometimes I need to fight myself. "

"Sir! I am calling from the Nobel committee. The rumours in the press are true. The committee has indeed finalized your name for Literature prize this year. I confirm this only for you, as we would like you to be mentally prepared for the formal announcement in a fortnight."
"Please keep this only with you until it's officially out."
"Thanks for your time sir. We'll get back to you soon. Wish you a good day"
Phone hangs up. The beep in the line coincides with his aimlessly batting eyelids. All his life he had been running, but now it looked like he had reached a dead-end.
God hath made all humans using the same mould. He bakes the clay models in the same pot, some bake less, and some more; but finally he breathes the same life into them. Pray, tell me, can they all be any different from each other?
Omnipotent is He, diverse are his ways. Neither do we know how his ways work, nor do we know if and when he will work his way down to us. He knows not any limits. What is the limit he draws upon us, we know not. Yet we stand... with hollow feet, on hallowed ground!