Unapologetic

“It wasn't easy for me

It’s never easy for anybody”

That’s all he said

Before he let her immerse into the darkness

Before he ran away

Nonchalantly breaking brutally

The intangible string

Upon which old memories hung feebly

She, like a silhouette, became a hollow

Mirage of light,

Without spirit, unworthy for life

Still gathering the broken pieces of their memories

While he gets drunk every other night

And makes another heart flutter in delight

But chanting the same old tale soon after

“It wasn't easy for me

 It’s never easy for anybody”

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Capturing Imagination

“Daddy, that’s a loudspeaker!” exclaimed a younger me. I had drawn a huge triangular shape on a large A1 sheet. It was a 5 year old’s delineation of a rusty ‘Ahuja’ trumpet horn speaker. I found trumpet horn speakers fascinating. They are conical structures with a tapered frustum protruding from within them. These days you would only find them hanging atop railway platforms used to announce vital train stats. I wondered how they could produce such loud volume that reverberated through an entire field. Dad used to provide innumerous drawing sheets and color crayons so I could portray my imagination on the sheets. He used to say “This is real learning.” Time flew, I grew.

I developed the habit of painting in my early childhood. Though I wasn’t a good painter in any sense, but I was given a small area of freedom of expression. I was given the clean white sheet which was mine. I could draw anything on it, just anything. That could be a hat, a cat, a dog, a car or any whiskery person I found captivating on the road. So I tried mastering the art. Mum and Dad invigorated me to follow my intuition and draw just anything I liked. This is how it should always be. When I’ll become a father, I’ll make sure I fully equip my children with tools that they can use to express themselves. Times will change and the medium will change, but they will keep on innovating and inventing as they would not fear to tread the untrodden.

From the past few months, I had been researching quite a lot about DSLR cameras online. I watched YouTube clips where filmmakers sought to DSLRs to create some film sequences. I was glued to how they could take studio quality photos and documentary style movie. I have always had the creative soul inside me. Always wanted to create things with tools that I found enchanting. I had stopped painting long back, and was very idle since past few months. I didn’t write for the blog, didn’t research on anything new. I wanted a new passion that I could develop. So I had the urge to have one. I called dad and asked him. He assured me that he would get one for me during the Puja holidays. I was happy. I was finally getting a new tool.

By a certain turn of events, dad told me that he couldn’t get me the DSLR. I was gloomy. It felt like I was denied my freedom of expression. I requested him if he could reconsider my plea. He just asked for time. And I had none. If I have an urge, and I train my brain that I can’t have it, then my faith on the idea is prone to flinching and wavering. But something about this passion endured it. I was losing sanity at the thought that I really wouldn’t have it. I was looking too hard for a silver lining but could find none. Being a father is not easy. Dad somehow detected that I badly needed it.

So dad surprised me by gifting me a Canon EOS 700D. My first DSLR. Thank you dad. Thank you for keeping the flame of creativity alive inside me. On our way back home with the DSLR, dad enquired me, “Remember the time in your childhood you used to waste the outsized A1 sheet sketching huge triangular shapes and called them loudspeakers?” I blurted “Yes dad.” He said, “I used to provide you them so you could always keep on expressing yourself and I made sure you never ran out of sheets.” “This DSLR is just another such sheet. So go ahead and capture your imagination.” It was one of those exultant moments that I wouldn’t forget the rest of my life.

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Being Human!

Today I watched a poignant movie which deeply fascinated me. Any guesses which one it could be?

It wasn't any Bollywood melodrama piece or a Hollywood tale of romance. It was about us, Humans!

‘Human’ is an authentic movie, directed by an artist and filmmaker, Yann Arthus Bertrand; led by two nonprofit organizations: Bettencourt Schueller and Good Planet Foundation. Based on unique thoughts, this movie delicately portrays the in-numerous human lives and emotions: their tears, laughter and fears, etc… across the globe with a quest for the answer to an imperceptible question ‘what makes us human?’

For three years, he traveled to around sixty countries, meeting new people, comprehending their hopes and struggles and capturing those precious moments, making the whole process worthwhile.

The movie comprises of interviews of some eminent persons like Cameron Diaz who talks about her incredible career and shares her learning experiences since childhood. She also discloses her hardest times when she lost her father. Other than her, there were others like Jose Mujica, the former president of Uruguay who discusses about his struggles to bring a transformation in the society towards upliftment. He talks about his setbacks and the enduring fortitude to still strive for it. He meticulously describes that the true essence of happiness lies within and why in this consumer society, sobriety is essential.

While it was emotional to watch some fearless souls like Francine Christopher share her experience of the concentration camps, during the Hitler reign (It was deeply moving to see that old lady speak about their heart rending moments as they struggled to survive each day), there were others who expressed the true value of love and joy which resides in the simplest pleasures.

The pertinent questions regarding sorrow, happiness, frustration, a human undergoes everyday and their indubitable, gripping answers, portrayed in unforgettable ways will leave your soul engrossed to the core.

There were uncountable touching tales which couldn't be sufficed or restrained in a piece of paper but can only be understood and sensed through the eyes.

Click here to watch :https://humanthemovie.withgoogle.com/

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To Chaos

One of those days when you wake up to this eerie feeling of nothingness. And yet, you have a lot in your head. There’s your friend you’re thinking about, the assignments that the professor gave you the other day, the frenzied atmosphere in the club you’re in, the blog post you’ve left undone for so many days. There’s just a lot of noise in our lives. Not between your ears, but inside your brain. No matter where you go, the noise keeps chasing you. It’s a blurry distorted kind of noise. It’s the kind of noise that you see in old television sets when some channel goes off air for some time, when there’s a transitory rain or a thunderstorm. The channel gets back on air after a while, only the clouds in our life don’t disappear effortlessly. That noise is fondly called chaos.  

Were we really so complicated when we were kids? I guess not. We were busy watching our favorite cartoon shows on TV and were too occupied weaving the life in our dreams. We were real thinkers, and questioned a hell lot of things. We grew up when we found the answers to most of our questions. We started becoming complacent and indifferent towards ourselves and stopped questioning life. That’s when we experienced the noise for the first time. From then, it has become an inconsequential yet irritable part of our lives. While some choose to live with it, some deny having it, others find ways to get rid of it.

Who’s chasing whom? Is the noise chasing you? Or are you chasing the noise? There’s a small yet substantial line between the two. If something’s worrying you for the past few days and you haven’t been able to do a thing about it, then your case is the former. The noise chases you as you inch towards your deadline. You become too anxious about the outcome and give up to the noise to take over you.  Conversely, you are chasing the noise when you know something is impending, probably bad, but you become too unconcerned and keep on doing it anyway. That’s when you invite the noise to come and take over. 

Is there a solution?

Oh yes! In fact two simple steps.

Step 1: Acceptance. Most of us young adults lack this virtue. The first step to solving every problem is acceptance. Accepting that we have a problem makes it easier to find ways to solve it. We are so full of activity that we always stay in a state of denial. We feel what’s a little deviating from normal is nothing short of just mundane and to be dealt with casually. This is a way to complicate our lives further. I feel, sometimes it is better to freak out. Let your emotions take over you and your inner conscience scream on top of its voice. Listen to it, and not just hear it because when you heed to the pangs of your conscience, you’ll know yourself much better.

Step 2: Keeping busy. We can avoid pointless commotion by keeping busy in doing things we love. That would help in diverting ourselves to something productive. We could join a club, participate in events, play a sport or take up a project and develop our skill set by investing time in such ventures. This would also guarantee mental and emotional satisfaction and shield us from chaos. 

Have a chaos free day.

Happy Raksha Bandhan: A celebration of the devout bond between a brother and a sister. The brother commits to take care of his sister all his life and beyond, while the sister ties a knot of colorful thread on her brother’s wrist. The knot is a symbol of eternal love, respect, vigor and vitality. Shilpa and Siwalik wish you all a Happy Raksha Bandhan on behalf of Dreamscape.

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A soldier's Wife

Happy Independence day!
A tribute to all the soldiers and their families, who sacrifice their lives to protect our motherland and keep us safe!

She stood silently

Watching him go

All he could do was ignore

All the tears that flew

From their eyes

But he had to walk away

From her side

Because he could no more be her guide

Even though the pain was crushing him from inside

Clenching his throbbing heart, bleeding

He walked till the other side of the road

An inexplicable helplessness vanquishing him that couldn’t be cured.

He didn't turn back even once.

Because he knew if he did even once

He won’t be able to part his ways

He felt too weak to bear the excruciating pain

He knew how she must be looking at his back

Sobbing silently as the time pass

But his mother was calling him

His duty, the only way to repay the debt

He knew, though devastated, she will never object.

Because she loved him way too much

As innocent as white lily was her love

Fresh like a morning dew, her presence gleamed

He blissfully aware how lucky she made him feel

She deserved more, his heart sighed

But all she got was a bunch of painful moments

And a fake promise of togetherness

When he came and went like a wind

Leaving her alone on her own

 A creeping guilt engulfed his conscience

This time he might not even return alive

His heart ached

A brutal truth left unsaid

But he had to go for her mother’s sake

He wished to rewind those moments

He wished to turn back once to gaze at her beautiful wife’s face

A tear escaped from his eyes

As he know it’s too late now to rewind

Now he is left with only memories

All he could hope that

Without him, she will learn to survive

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The Guest

The moments of despondency

Mystifying her soul

Whirled its course

Leaving the print of its hushed trails

For him to supervene

Overlooking the scars

The wind blew fading them away

As the years passed like a cupid’s arrow

The abysmal wait for the familiar guest

Continued like an infinite string of memories

Borne out of grief

 Making her young feet tad old

Her fingers, rosy white to pale yellow

She still ardently waited for the knock at her door

Her prudence and composure grew more and more

Hoping for the guest to arrive soon

But time is wild like an untamable fire

Unstoppable, endless like human desires

Time flew like a nonchalant bird

Testing her endurance

As she craved for her twin soul

 But one winter day, she peeped out of the window

Watching the snowflakes dancing in a insouciant way

She had put a hackneyed cassette in the stereo

As she rested on the old rickety arm chair

 Listening to their favourite songs

Reminiscing over the veteran thoughts

Flipping them one by one carefully

Like the pages of an archaic diary

The cold wind rushed through the window

Making the curtains swirl in a monotonous tune

Touching her sagging face

As her soaring hair broke the silence into roars

Oouch it hurt!

Her restless heart complained

“A century passed, still whom are you waiting for?”

Her silver locks glistened in the lamp light

Portraying a surreal resemblance

With the white cloud hung in the sky

A smile escaped through her lips

Chuckling at her heart’s stupidity

She gazed at the sky once again

As her eyes twinkled

Radiating a heavenly radiance

“My death sweet heart! And today my wait will be over.

My beloved soul is waiting beyond this overcast-ted sky”

And she closed her eyes

Drowning every essence of her existence

Into the infinite love she had bore

Her frowning heart got respite

As solemn festivity descended over it

Chuckling all its way

 Beyond the stars !

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The Chest

Trodding the untrodden

Into the darkness of the woods

Into the blues of the skies

I see forests, birds squeaking

As the north wind chills the spine

And across comes the ravine

The road’s hostile, the path futile

As I fall into the gorge

My hope crushed

My spine quashed

Will I survive this fall?

I gather my grit, I show some nerve

I scrape and grind through the stones

I sweat, I cry, I bleed, I wry

Carving the way out, but in vain

What hath god wrought?

That I earned such pain

Will such disparity always reign?

I lose everything but my life

Clinging on like an evil memory

Haunting me as I await the fairy

Far I have come, far shall I go

For I know the end is a glow

I get up, stand up, and find a hovel

Dig through it and forth I trail

A shiny stone maybe

Odds and ends, just worthless scrap

Tons of gilt inside a wrap,

For the world I carved

the treasure chest,

Casting the grave, for me

To rest.

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Broken

 A brutal face-off with the reality

With life’s complexity and unpredictability

My beliefs have shattered into pieces

Pointless are all learnt lessons and past experiences

Lying lifeless on the floor, bloodless

Yet smeared in blood

Because my dreams have been murdered

By the ruthless fate it seems

I have fought for too long

Even though proved wrong

Again and again by my enemy

Who played foul strategy

To mar my dreams

My forlorn face

Losing its grace

My wrinkled feet are the victim of the cruelty

It did on me to show its superiority

I tried till I dropped

Tried till my heart heaved

Till my eyes became too blind to see

Ignoring all my plea

The heavy price my heart paid

All the tears I shed

Still I never stopped chasing my dream

Because it was all I wanted

But now they are just shadows, deeply haunted

 Nobody warned me

 Dreams could be so expensive

So wrong I was to assume

My hard work would bear fruits so extensive

For I learnt it my way

That you bleed to death

If fate takes revenge

For the mistakes you never comprehended

And you are left pondering why everything ended

Now that’s all I can say

I have lost my power to walk

I am like the key with a deadlock

Walked miles without any direction

In sheer hopelessness and desperation

Wherever fate led me

In search of my destination

But it’s a dead end as I can see

This journey seems much longer

Than I thought

Lying on the floor

 My dream has lost its glory

Looking at them I ask myself

“Are they meant to rot”?

Broken and tortured

Like a wingless bird

For whom nobody cared

Caged for an eternity in doubt and fear

Remorseful over her own state

But I refuse to give up

I refuse to surrender

My valor is my hope

My perseverance is my strength

 I am stronger than I think

I will fight

Till I make things right

 Though in pain, not a coward

Though expensive, so invaluable

My dream

I will chase it

Till I breathe and fight with the fate

Until it bows down,

Even if it’s late

And will entitle myself to the victory crown

I will walk even with a crutch

And continue my search

I won’t be at rest

Until I achieve my conquest

I am on the quest for the light

That will motivate me to keep moving

 And dreaming

 Kindling a hope of a better tomorrow

Whose radiance will take away all my sorrows.

 Breaking me free of all my doubts and fear.

And I will smile

And sparkle like a diamond.

Rising high as the time passes by.

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A Clammy Day!

Here it was another day at the college and nothing unusual on sight but not to forget, the unbearable humidity which was screaming its presence every now and then. I remember I had classes in the second half which is, no doubt, not a dream of any student but certainly I couldn't afford to miss my attendance. Any B.Tech student can fairly tell how much importance attendance holds in their lives!

So, at around 2 pm, I forced my lazy self to get out of the bed, putting my much desired afternoon nap to an abrupt end. No matter what the time is, it surely feels jittery to wake up half sleepy.

While getting ready, I peeped through the window; the weather looked, at least shady if not windy! That was okay! (Compared to the last few scorching days which had tortured us to dehydration, perspiration! This was not okay!)

After I got ready, I sat on my bed, switched on the table fan which instantly added to the overall capacity of the ceiling fan and made my room quite cooler than before. I checked my watch as I waited for my roommate to get ready. I was feeling lighter and elated cause after a long time, the weather seemed less itchy! I sighed in relief.

Finally, at 2:15, we left the hostel; luckily found the auto right in front unlike some very unfortunate days when we keep waiting for at least 20 minutes until one shows mercy on us! We reached the university in no time and by then, even though the shady weather was still visible to me but Mr. Wind were still nowhere to be seen. I had begun to feel the cruel perspiration as small drops of sweat found their way on my face which I wiped unceasingly with handkerchief. “Once I reach the class, it would be a relief”, I pondered.

We reached the class, five minutes early and our professor hadn't come yet. A small bunch of boys and girls had already reserved their seats while most of them were vacant. We chose a seat and sat next to the window. But still, I could feel the suffocating atmosphere swallowing me up. A few moments passed and then horrified, I noticed that there was a power cut. “So silly of me that I didn't notice it before” I frowned, disgusted. No power! No fan! A sure hell for the next two hours!

Soon our professor came and began teaching. It was difficult sitting on those newly furnished benches leave alone concentrating on the lectures. I could feel an overwhelming tension building up as the humidity exponentially increased as the lecture progressed. I could see some front benchers trying really hard to concentrate but my mind was completely cloudy and I would rather say asphyxiated! Few girls made fan out of the notebooks including me, our only savior of the moment while some expunged their handkerchiefs over their faces, wiping off the sweat which undoubtedly reappeared again and again.  It was really frustrating to sit in the class feeling so sweaty! God!         I had never experienced so much of humidity in my entire life before. I am sure we all were wishing for the power to come back, at least I was desperately but it was not my day!

First lecture got over and soon the second one started, by then, I felt I would dehydrate alone by sweating so much. An extreme combination of dullness and utter disinterest came over me. Our professor seemed equally uncomfortable, struggling with the extreme humidity.

 I looked around and saw several equally frustrated faces. I was constantly checking the watch as my patience was beginning to sink into the sand of despondency. But my watch seemed to have gone slower or maybe I was just imagining too much. Then out of the blue, a miracle happened!

Our professor began calling out roll numbers for attendance; after which he asked the class representative to shift the class to next week and left the class twenty minutes early! Everyone gave a huge sigh of relief as we all hopped out of the class just like a bird freed out of the cage. It was not a memorable day but surely an unforgettable and itchy experience!

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A Bittersweet Story

'Wake Up! You have a train to catch.' Mum was furiously trying to wake me up as I had prepared myself to board the train to Burla, my address for the four succeeding years. We had our final counseling on the following day and dad wanted to visit the place a day in advance so we could explore the campus a little more. We were all set with our documents ready. We boarded the Bolangir bound Intercity at Bhubaneswar and with our destination set at Hirakud, a place I had never been before my entire life. Although pretty thrilled, I was equally panicky and fidgety out of the anticipations I had from the land that was alien to me. I tried reading and gathering all info I could about the university and the location on Wiki before deciding to sign up for it. Dad had a friend who worked at MCL in Burla, who very generously had a place booked for us at the Guest House in its company headquarters. Lush green lawns and flower gardens, tennis courts, a golf course, concrete structures painted in white, and not to forget, a helipad. This is the Burla that welcomed me the day I landed there. We were provided a well-furnished air conditioned room that was facing the Mahanadi and delicious food for our halt at the guest house. I was literally in heaven. After wining and dining like kings, we headed to the Sir Visweswaraya Auditorium at VSSUT for the counseling process to begin the following morning.

Indeed a sleepy town. Well, not technically a town but a Notified Area Council, Burla is amidst nature’s bounties. I was introduced to the Power Channel, The Laxmi Dugul Hills and the world renowned Hirakud Dam that morning. I took pride in studying in a land this historic and without a doubt, so picturesque. It took a meager 5 minutes to reach the campus where this colossal granite built gate welcomed us into the University. I had expected the auditorium to be some centralized air conditioned hall. When we finally entered the auditorium, a flight of pigeons went rushing past the roof of this old and faded structure. While sitting, I watched over the ceiling fans that were oddly fitted on the walls at a weird 45 degree angle. Not everything that I had presumed about the university was turning out to be true. It was a little blow to my conscience. But then I don’t easily lose hope. After finishing the counseling formalities, we went looking for the hostels. We then, found Marichi, the first year’s residence and entered the hostel. We saw the rooms that were a little congested. There was some concrete sagging from the roof in one of the rooms. The rooms had accommodated 5 students that were originally designed for 3. Adding to the horror, the seats had increased exponentially that year which forecasted the hostels to be even more jammed. That was definitely some reason to worry.

We had the train back to Bhubaneswar scheduled at 4pm, which gave us some time to explore the market at Burla. There was a strike in Burla that day and most of the shops were forced shut. The auto rickshaw driver tricked us and robbed 40 rupees for the ride to the market from the campus. The atrocities of the place were not helping my edgy state of mind and were making it worse. We didn’t find certain things that we looked for in the market. The thing that kept ringing in my head was “What is this place?” On the ride back I noticed, there were not too many shops nearby the campus which made it grim. This was definitely not the Burla that had welcomed me the previous day. On the way back, I nearly choked and stopped talking to dad which worried him as he wanted me to opt for VSSUT rather than Delhi University. I quizzed myself for taking the decision and never wanted to return here ever again for life. I wished the day was just a nightmare and hoped I could just disremember it.

Little did I know that I would have the time of my life at the very same place that I had condemned the first time. I was oblivious of the adventures that awaited me and the fun I still have at this beautiful abode. Instead of being a crybaby and judging the book by its cover, I could have taken it easy. It was a shear miscalculation. But then, to err is human and there are good days and there are bad, it must have been a bad day when I look back. As far as Burla is considered, fast forward 24 months, it’s my beautiful home and I’m in love with this place. The people here are warm and hospitable and the language Kosli really sweet. Moreover it is the bitter-sweet memories and the times spent with friends that I will cherish for a lifetime. Though not love at first sight, it was love that grew eventually and would forever be a part of my life, my soul.

For the land of Koshal (Progress) :  

“Mate Burla Jaha Bhal Lagsi”- “I immeasurably love Burla”

**To be continued

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The Twisted Tale

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Aurilia in a land far away. It was a disputed kingdom because of its rich flora and fauna. The rulers of the neighboring states sought after overthrowing the kingdom. George, the king of Aurilia was sagacious. George was warm and giving in his younger days. He was valiant as a soldier when he served in the army. He ranked up to the commander in chief in the army prior to becoming the king. He was known for his astute decisions, and served his people as the able leader of Aurilia. He had gained the trust of the people over time and everyone venerated him, although he had been ailing lately and the kingdom lacked good governance. He married princess Matilda of Vieria, the kingdom he had conquered when he was young. Matilda was the princess of Vieria which was a small kingdom to the west of Aurilia. Matilda and George fell in love and married really young. Queen Matilda had many miscarriages before she gave birth to Princess Angela. Shortly after giving birth to the princess, the queen died of a prolonging Pneumonia.

 Angela was really attractive and had long auburn locks of hair, like the queen. She had been extremely intellectual since her childhood. She was prodigious in her studies and had a way with calculations. She was also equally artistic being an awe-inspiring writer and a marvelous painter. She used to paint pictures that portrayed the lives of people in Aurilia. She assisted her father in ruling the kingdom and made vital judgments as the king had become too gullible over matters that needed critical resolutions. There had been a lot of con-men in his ministry who paved the way for thieves and tricksters to steal the kingly coffers. His kingdom was dying a slow death, and George couldn’t bear with it. The king had Princess Angela as his only child and thus, no son who could be heir to the throne. So, the king decided on looking for prospective suitors, who would marry her daughter and become the king.

He asked for the princess’ acquiescence and she gave her nod regarding the marriage. However, she had a set of clauses for the would-be king. The first clause being, the man would be the wisest of all, the second; most courageous and selfless; and the third being loyal and compassionate to his kingdom and the princess. Over the subsequent months there was a stringent assessment of the potential suitors who were tested on the basis of their knowledge, understanding, wisdom and courage. After a period of six months, the princess had narrowed her choice to two men called John and Joseph who had passed the tests on all accounts. The princess went to her father and wanted her father to take the final test for selecting the king. The king was honored and amazed at his daughter’s pronouncement which assured him of the values that the princess had inherited. The king asked the two brave men to come up to his court the following day where the final decision was supposed to be made.

On the following day, the king announced before John and Joseph that he was not interested in proceeding with the marriage and was utterly disappointed with the two men. Both John and Joseph were taken aback by the king’s remarks. The king then claimed that, however, for the throne, a compromise could be made. This made the eyes of the men gleam as they kept their hopes high. Both John and Joseph had proven to be equally strong, fearless and desirable. The king’s compromise was that he wouldn’t want to give his daughter away, and offered both the men swords to slice the princess’ body into equal halves, so the king could keep one half and offer the man the other half. With this, John said that he would be unable to do so as he was only human and refused to contest further. Listening to this, Joseph went rushing past the stairs up to slay the princess. The king immediately ordered the guards to take Joseph away to the prison. George had verified the true intent of both the men.

Ambition clouded Joseph’s judgment and he became egocentric. All he wanted to triumph was the throne, even at the cost of the princess’ life. Such a man would not only be lethal for Aurilia but equally dreadful for the humanity. George declared John to be the future king of Aurilia. George died a peaceful death. The princess married John, and he became the king. He was revered by one and all and governed his kingdom as a prudent, generous and devoted king. He put the perpetrators behind bars and the kingdom bared fruit again as it started generating revenues and refilling the coffers. Aurilia regained its lost glory and was a blissful abode to live in. George looked over from heaven and blessed John and Angela a lifetime of togetherness and joy.

THE END

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The Forsaken Soul

She wandered through the untrodden path

Not a coward but surely perplexed she was

Juggling through billions of thoughts screaming inside her mind

She pondered over the past

Looking at the familiar people, searching for a frozen lie

Time was her only healer,

A benevolent care taker

From the witching hour till the daybreak

She kept gazing at moonlit sky

Sitting on her window side

The world seemed judgmental of her lunatic thoughts

An obscure absurdity all she was

But no one knew silver lined her hazy heart was

Yet she tramped alone

Dodging prying eyes of all

She stayed within the glazed tinted walls

Away from the dispensable crowd

Solitude was her only freedom

An amicable reunion of her soul and character

Nevertheless, every night, sitting under the moonlight

Looking at the bewitching sky

All her fears and doubts would be gone

Conquered by soothing silence,

It bestows

Letting the magic of the night flow

Till pale moon blurs away

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