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…
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There are not many things about ourselves that we can change, not many things we may change, some things that better stayed because they make us who we are. But there certainly are things that we can change and the means are justified. So, if you’ve ever thought about the need to get braces, now’s…
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This was the required runs that Nepal had to make, and made past it. We have a long way to go, but if we’re to believe Pythagoras’s words, the beginning is the half of the whole. Thus, this alpha, this start is what will call on generations to put their hands together and work with…
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It was 8 in the morning, I was ready with my usual routine of breakfast. Then I heard a loud noise outside, it was too unfamiliar to be a generator. It was a Cleaning Vehicle brooming the streets. In little developed societies like ours, a cleaning vehicle can actually be a big thing, something that…
Read MoreThe Boy and the Master II
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.…
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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…
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The Wordcastle 