[HIGHEST RANK: #1 IN SCIENCE FICTION] The world is ravaged by a nuclear war. Borders were redrawn, powers had shifted. But the worst was yet to come. The core of the sun was becoming unstable, wrecking havoc on Earth. There was no other option left but to leave the planet we called home, once and for all. A leap of faith across the cosmos. But humans find themselves face to face with an alien civilisation. And the result? A three-way battle. This is a war for all civilizations, of all universes. This is a battle for survival, this is MISSION ORION. #1 in Science Fiction as of 23 February 2018.

From up above to down below, from far left to the farthest of right, we humans cannot fathom the grandeur nature of this universe(considering there's only one of them) Thus, it is our inquisitive nature/genes to delve into the deepest curiosities of the questions which have been hovering around the long lost wilderness through the black soul vacuum of the universe pummeling into some objects which are yet to discovered by mankind in this never-ending quest...

This is my first attempt on writing poems and short stories. The thoughts are all random, basically based on subtle emotions expressed in a rather descriptive point of view. Hope you like them. Please do not forget to comment. Feel free to criticize and let me know where I can improve. Thank you for reading!

Vivekananda was indeed the most celebrated and charismatic monk in Indian history. Handsome, brilliant in studies, an image of contained strength, a lover of music and poetry, yet deep inside Narendra the seed of "search" had begun to sprout at an early age. The early onset was in his hands to empower tomorrows youth and in the quest do so he envisioned an India blooming and beaming as a superpower. In our grand culture, they conceived of life in four stage-preliminary stages, development stage, flowering or blossoming stage and the culminating fruitful stage.