Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

I started this book ( ISBN: 1853262412 ) on 28 February 2012. It ended on 29 march 2013, 0300 a.m. 1 year and 1 month to be exact. In the hundred gems of stories, I came across a multitude of colors of humanity, the range of characters, from each extremes, painting the tales a man tried to pen down sitting in a prison cell. I could not stop myself from admiring each and every piece of this anthology. The first and the last being the Hottest Favorite. One simply can not escape the illusion O. Henry created with his characters and plots. Playing with words and phrases as a street magician plays with smoke and mirrors. Pulling tricks of hands from his shirt sleeves, enchanting his audience each single time. And the way the stories are told- the myriad of dialects and accents, the reservoir of his wits and wisdom never running dry in the middle of any-one. Each piece with a definite theme, similar to others, but so profoundly strong, that each one could...

Have you ever had the following dream experience? ' Its a warm summer evening, You and your Sweetheart are sitting on some faraway beach in Hawai. There is natural beauty everywhere, the Sun is setting slowly, spreading its soft golden light over that pretty face You adore so much. The birds are flying overhead, pushing towards their nests in the trees behind you where you also own a Sea-facing cottage. Not a single human soul is seen. The whole Island, with its intact beauty belongs to You,you and only you. Your Sweetheart touches your hand. Ah! That mesmerising touch ! Something melts inside you, you feel electric current passing through your whole body. You look at Her ( or Him, as the case maybe !) The blue eyes sparkle just like the sea in front of you, and you feel the eternal desire to drown in them. Deep, deep, deeper....... She then comes closer, Her face, only an inch from your cheeks. She whispers something, the warmth of her voice spreads on your ears. S...