Do you or your spouse REALLY know what goes on behind closed doors?

Nice Q. I noticed the door first time in the street I was quite familiar with. There was something unusual about the door, it wasn't for a house, nor for a shop, no windows around nothing.

The door wasn't bolted, but just shut. My curiosity got me to open the door. I opened it, and there was something peculiar inside.

Something like a mirror. But hey, I wasn't getting my reflection there. I tried to touch it or rather feel it, and inside went my hand.

IT WAS A MERE ILLUSION. One could pass through that mirror like thing. After recollecting myself, and gathering some courage, I finally went inside.

On the other side, I found a similar door which opened in a street. A strange one. I had no idea where I was.

I started roaming around exploring. I saw a grocer's shop, with some unique fruits and vegetables which I haven't seen. I was standing there watching when a lady came there to buy something, OMG, almost standing 6 feet tall but so skinny one.

Looked funny though I managed to keep myself silent. She talked to the grocer, and I managed to pick some words. Didn't understood all, the language was much like Hindi, but some words were new for me.

Seemed like the lady was bargaining. After the bargains were over, the grocer handed over a poly bag to the lady, and the lady gave the grocer three coins, what the hell, they seemed Gold. I tried asking the lady, but she went away ignoring me.

Like she hadn't noticed me all the time. I tried talking to the grocer to ask him which place it was but he too didn't answer me. I thought get the hell outta here to myself.

I moved on, and saw a video game (teken) shop. I stood there watching. I noticed the remote through which two boys were playing on a playstation, and they looked quite similar to those I lost a few weeks ago.

Never mind, couldn't have been mine. I then noticed a friend of mine coming towards my direction, who was fond of playing video games on shops. I said " here broda".

At first he didn't notice me, and then when I thought he did, he started walking away in another direction. I shouted "HERE!". When still it seemed that he hadn't listened, I started walking towards him.

He was some 20 meters away, and he turned right. I started running so that he wouldn't get far. I too on turning right but to see just a lonely street.

"Let him go to hell, I don't care" I said to myself and moved on. I was thinking of my way back now. I didn't knew which way to go to get back to the door from where I came.

I saw some kids playing cricket, and thought of asking them about the door. To my astonishment, they said they knew nothing of any such door. As I moved on, I noticed two things.

One that those kids were laughing behind my back, and the other was that they were using my friend's bat, the same friend whom I saw minutes ago. He said he had lost it a few weeks ago. I didn't care about it as he and I weren't the best of friends.

It's just that we had a few common friends. But by the time I had started feeling hungry and nervous too. Nervous about my way back.

The streets were lonelier now. No one to be seen. I then noticed a beggar, and as I passed him, though he didn't ask me for anything, I noticed that he had collected the coins in a sock, and WHAT THE HELL!

It was mine which I lost about a week ago, and discovered (that I had lost it) in the morning before the school, for which I got a long scolding from my parents. But I didn't care for any such thing. All I wanted to know about was my way back.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. I looked left, right and behind. No one to be seen.

I thought that it was nothing but my brain, as I was tired and nervous. Then I heard it again, and again and louder, and then so loud that it seemed that someone was shouting his throat out!

That door will lead to Narnia, and you'll see Mr. Tumnus there.. Ahh.. And the White Witch.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.