In olden days, he waited for the bravest. But they stopped coming. They were too distracted with their mobile devices, their games, and hardly went outside anymore. Soon, he declared, it was time to stop waiting, for he had not been killed and respawned in decades. So, the fearsome one strode from his sanctum. He …
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The gap between potency and act, the scholar says, is demonstrated by this anecdote: A boy of 12, visiting a farm, is given a glass of buttermilk by the farmer’s wife who tells him, “Down the hatch, young man!” The boy drinks the buttermilk and almost vomits. Decades later at a County Fair a farmer’s…
In great honour you hold Your superiors and seniors To show them what In your heart stands heaped As hatred and disgust and distrust And how in discharge of what they say Duty you stand relieved when they see Everything you do is Up to standards of expected honour And approved norms And you deserve…
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Knowing you I feel only that the stubble on my chin will keep growing like those endless subaltern dreams. Wishes are, are not dreams. The child next door grins with his dirty face. Smudges. Let my stubble grow into a beard of delight, passions. A beard that measures time in between tiny fingers. A beard…
