Santa on the Ground: Modern Classics

By Deepak Gupta

'Hey, I am Kris, a twelve-year-old little boy with irresistible & invincible faith in God and humanity but have been battling my entire life since I was born. I always remember and even assume that everything was already written in our destiny, and we can't design our own life in the way we truly want. Okay, who cares when we already have an arduous life; leave it. We all build intimacy with the beauty of nature and perceive, experience & feel it naively and incessantly but when nature bursts out to torture us in the awful way, we start loathing it. We all hate things that don't come in our favour. We all want life to happen as we want but this would also tangle it because God does everything for a reason even the dreadful. I live in Oslo, Norway, in a dingy wooden house with my doddery aging mother who has been battling much in her life even before I was born. Her subtle wrinkled face with void cheerlessness can't be forgotten in front of my partial happiness.

 

I can't even imagine my life without my mother. She's my world of love. I know, you are thinking how I can talk like a matured person but this happens in people's lives when situations forget to see your age and start making you ache and when you don't have any option, you have to thrive early to triumph over your age. We all conquer when we choose growth over pain. My mom could get married, but she accepted me as her only world and I accepted her as the entire universe of my love.'

 

When I delineate some tales to people about magic, fantasy and art, they never put confidence in me as they feel, magic happens on the stage only, fantasies exist in the films and art mostly crafted in the paintings but what would happen if magic starts happening in our material life. It looks like a worthwhile string of life when everything seems real and magical at the same time. I also believe the same grudge-bearing truth of life but someone said it right, your hero will not come out until you meet the biggest villain of your life.

 

Magic happens with all of us, but most people ignore it by saying it coincidence every time.

 

Santa on the Ground is heart throbbing, twisted, enchanting tale of a mother and son into the inky woods that would unleash classic adventure, intense emotions, soul-stirring magic spells, unexpected destiny, pure nostalgia, deep excitement, immense pain, loyal friendship and the power of God. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inspirational Publishing
• Release date: Aug 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215826065

Deepak Gupta

Dr. Deepak Gupta is an Assistant Professor in the Department of Computer Science and Engineering at Maharaja Agrasen Institute of Technology, Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University, India. He obtained his PhD from Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Technical University. He is a post doc research fellow in the Internet of Things research lab at Inatel, Brazil. He has been guest editor for 10 special journal issues, including ASoC (Elsevier), NCAA (Springer), Sensors (MPDI) and CAEE (Elsevier). He is Editor-in-Chief of OA Journal - Computers and Associate Editor of Journal of Computational and Theoretical Nanoscience.

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SANTA

ON THE

GROUND

DEEPAK GUPTA

Copyright © Deepak Gupta 2023

All rights reserved .

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Deepak Gupta asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this book.

This book is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

1.  Title Page

2.  Copyright © Deepak Gupta 2023

3.  Contents

4.  Prologue: Beginning of the Darkness

5.  Chapter 1

6.  Chapter 2

7.  Chapter 3

8.  Chapter 4

9.  Chapter 5

10. Chapter 6

11. Epilogue: The Magic Continues

12. About the Author

Prologue: Beginning of the Darkness

Magic happens with all of us, but most people ignore it by saying it coincidence every time.

When I delineate some tales to people about magic, fantasy and art, they never put confidence in me as they feel, magic happens on the stage only, fantasies exist in the films and art mostly crafted in the paintings but what would happen if magic starts happening in our material life. It looks like a worthwhile string of life when everything seems real and magical at the same time. I also believe the same grudge-bearing truth of life but someone said it right, your hero will not come out until you meet the biggest villain of your life.

'Hey, I am Kris, a twelve-year-old little boy with irresistible & invincible faith in God and humanity but have been battling my entire life since I was born. I always remember and even assume that everything was already written in our destiny, and we can't design our own life in the way we truly want. Okay, who cares when we already have an arduous life; leave it. We all build intimacy with the beauty of nature and perceive, experience & feel it naively and incessantly but when nature bursts out to torture us in the awful way, we start loathing it. We all hate things that don't come in our favour. We all want life to happen as we want but this would also tangle it because God does everything for a reason even the dreadful. I live in Oslo, Norway, in a dingy wooden house with my doddery aging mother who has been battling much in her life even before I was born. Her subtle wrinkled face with void cheerlessness can't be forgotten in front of my partial happiness. Most time, I feel frightened and think profoundly about how my mother spared no effort to get even a piece of Lefse, a traditional Norwegian flat-bread. As I uttered, we live in a torn horrifying wooden house. Rely on me, it's not a house in which anyone would want to live even for a day. It was mostly surrounded by fresh soft ice at such depth that if you didn't open the house door for a day, you may get locked and buried forever. The only things that warm inside our home are smashed chimneys and latent tears. All the uneven walls are desolate except the wall parallel to our feeble door. That wall has a vintage picture of my father who died because of an anonymous disease. He was an indefatigable farmer with immense dreams in his eyes but now he has gone into another world of god & situations have become dreadful to our family. Only a few people care about the people who grow food for us. You know, I wasn't even born when he died, and I got the love of every desired person from my mother. I can't even imagine my life without my mother. She's my world of love. I know, you are thinking how I can talk like a matured person but this happens in people's lives when situations forget to see your age and start making you ache and when you don't have any option, you have to thrive early to triumph over your age. We all conquer when we choose growth over pain. My mom could get married, but she accepted me as her only world and I accepted her as the entire universe of my love.'

'We are always surrounded by squashy distilled ice and alluring scenery. What people want? Exquisite scenery and punctual chilly breeze which can quench the thirst of every human but vision and circumstances really make a substantial difference. It could quench the thirst, but we were fading fast because of that treacherous weather every moment. Every day we try to live our finest even without any basic amenities. Every day the snow falls then after the sun scorches us. Overall, we are the evidence of the extreme temperatures only. Humans can live serenely in pleasant temperatures, not in the extremes. Actually, my father made this wooden house and we have so many pleasant and awful memories attached with it moreover we don't have any additional option other than this. Sometimes, we don't have so many life options, but we choose to glow under the minimum.'

'We live into the cavernous pitch-dark woods where you can find mostly the Norway spruce, the real Christmas trees which grow rapidly than our own expectations. We usually watch these faraway sky scrapper trees from our window that was almost beside to the left side of the door. My mom says, these trees have never brought good luck to our family and she almost hated them to see even for a few