Question

Write a composition (300-350 words) on the following:

Write an original short story entitled 'A Strange Visitor'.

Answer 1

A Strange Visitor

She arrived, she observed, and she overcame. She was mysterious, gorgeous, and vibrantly alive. She was there, smiling brilliantly, as I opened the front door one morning. As she spoke English, my heart missed a beat. "Mohan Sharma?" she inquired with a beautiful sparkle in her voice. I nodded, entirely stunned. I lost faith in my voice. She grinned eeristically as though she knew my mental state.

"I'm Sophie," she said. "I am here to spend a day evaluating your way of life."

Indeed! And under the name of God, who dispatched you to meddle in my personal life?" I wanted to retort, but words choked me. She elegantly headed to the kitchen and said, "I'll assume the host since you lost your etiquette. How about my making us some coffee?" I managed a nod with nervousness. And in not too long I was clutching a steaming mug of coffee. She filled in the void with "grandparents". The woman arching one eyebrow questioned, "How do I know?" She said with tremendous certainty, "Well, I'm a tech marvel and you'll realise it very soon". She then looked about the room, the artwork and relics, the gadgets, and what not.

She was invading my space, and although I could not be nasty since my head was still confused about what was occurring, I could not be nasty. Many Alexas appeared to be following a hodgepodge of instructions, and a few more unidentified machines ran with quiet efficiency. Perfectly roasted mutton was presented with pizzas that rolled tantalistically on the table. All the equipment in the room responded to her just with a gesture. She seemed to have an invisible relationship with the technology all around us. A tech master is fantastic!

Then, as quickly as she had materialised, Sophie moved towards the door, her motions imbued with another world grace. She stopped at the doorway and looked across her shoulder, which appeared to cut right through the very fabric of reality. "Remember, Mohan," she added, her voice booming with a depth that felt both old and futuristic, "the world is far more wonderful than you have let yourself see." She left me wondering who she was then disappeared into the evening. Was she a figuration of my thoughts, a celestial visitor, an artificial intelligence masquerading as a human? Sophie lingered, turning a daily event into an intriguing mystery.