How can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings?
Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth?
How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it eve...
"Samudra me doobe seepiyon ko kabhi dekha hai tumne, Chitrakshi?
Apni ont me motiyan chupake jal ke bheetar shithil pade rehte hain.
Apekshayen bhi hriday me kuch issi prakar dhansi rehti hain.
Manushya ko uska mool tab hi pata chal paata hai,
Jab wo toot jaati hain.
Aur phir samay ke tarango me wo kuch iss prakar beh jaati hain ki aatma aashaon se rikt hone lagti hai.
Vastav me toh yahi dukh ka kaaran hoti hain, sakhi.
Rugn ko swasthya ki aasha;
Daridra ko bharpet bhojan ki aasha,
Ya ek mata ki apne putra ke yuddh bhoomi se lautne ki aasha..."
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"Sometimes what you're looking for, comes when you are not looking at all." Krishna began with his peculiar enigmas. Kairavi sniffed and lifted her head up. "What does that mean?"
"Over there." He nodded at the space before him.
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Pulling the masks back over their faces, Abhimanyu and Arush ran towards the cowshed in front of their hut. Nakul and Sahadev were back from the meadows. They were tying up the cows at their respective stations, unaware of the atithis waiting for them near the pond.
"GRRR!" Little feet sprinted towards their direction, making the twins share a look of bewilderment with each other. They stared at the kids, wondering where they came from or where their parents were.
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