Category: The Boy and the Master

The Boy and the Master III

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Like the tortoise I am

“Patience!” said the master and stopped.

The boy was bleeding with the blow he had just received onto his right arm. The sword of his fellow knight was dipped into the blood of the boy. The boy was trying to hide his pain, the tears were on the verge of a break out. The moment was getting harder to pass by.

First, second, third, his blood kept on dripping from the sword.

“He is bleeding master,” said the fellow knight.

“It was you who made him bleed,” said the master sternly.

Did he not care that the boy was bleeding? Or did the boy deserve the pain that had now overtaken his mind. He dropped onto the ground, unconscious.

“Take him in,” said the master.

The fellow knight carried him on his shoulders, almost dragging him in.

“Slowly,” commanded the master. “He is not yet dead.”

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The Boy and the Master II

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My Sword is Rusted

The boy held the sword in his hand. It was rusted and the iron was hidden. He saw the dazzling swords of the other knights.

‘What has caught your sight, my boy?’ questioned the master watching the boy gaze at his reflection formed on the surface of the other knight’s sword.

‘Nothing master,’ said the boy as he put down the shining sword and picked up his.

‘Do you think it is unfair that you have been given the old, broken one, dont you?’

The boy could not answer. The master had read his mind, but the little boy did not utter a single word. He turned his eye away, trying to evade the master.

‘You have no say whether your sword is shining and sharp, or it aint,’ said the wise master and waited for the younger apprentice to understand. The boy felt a fang of irony in his heart.

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The Boy and the Master I

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I Haven’t Reached the Peak

‘Do you think that the source up there is very cruel?’ asked the master.

‘I’m not sure,’ replied the boy, half perplexed.

‘Then?’ questioned the master again.

‘But then why haven’t I succeeded yet in my journey after all the battles I have fought,’ said the boy with a tint of doubt in his eye.

‘You didn’t succumb in the battle my boy, and neither have you found out where you need to be,’ said the master and paused.

The boy looked at the mountain ahead, the clouds circling the peak, the dense clouds.

‘You haven’t tried harder my boy. We are all in a different journey. The knights who started along with you might have reached the top, but that doesn’t mean you have failed,’ the master said as he walked ahead, leaving the boy to ponder upon.

The words of the master echoed in his ears.