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In the great mountains of Uvapishidora, there are rich and at random locations, well decorated in flowery embroidery and intricately adorned Ape Kings for each range and a mighty sword each of great lineage. But they never go to war, they just use the swords to check the ripeness of their many lovely myriad variety of exotic fruits. Among these great Ape Kings or Yeshums, there is one of them of certain distinguishness that for this story to have a plot, if not be another one of my foolish night writings, has to be talked about, well, in humongous detail. Hell, imma make this all about King Jaraka. Because, one, a short story is best with the least employment of characters and it's way past midnight, and two, because I'm no Christopher Paolini thinking up awesome weird names. Okay, so King Jaraka here, was a pretty awesome kind of king. Kind of like the emperor in the 'Emperor's new groove,' minus the skinniness and the eventual show of heart in his character. (Co...

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For people who believe strongly in the illusiveness of life, to doubt would be more correct than to bear full conviction about anything at all. But then again that questions their primary belief in illusions. - Aditi A world without faith in a higher power or a god is a better world where we can be responsible for our own actions; where we can be kind to one another because we want to and because it is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment. Many events may have defied your ability to explain, events that seem like miracles, but if you are convinced that you failed to understand them because you're still woefully ignorant about the universe and the learning will never stop, then, you cannot and will not believe that a deity altered the workings of nature. Don't ignore reality in order to comfort yourself, for once you do, you make it easy for others to deceive you. Understanding breeds empathy. We do not writ...

I only name this Mowgli because, one, I mention him twice, in two different contexts. And two, because naming it 'ponderings' or 'thoughts' would make it super done. Oh, and because Mowgli is awesome. Experiences form a mind. Each person is defined by their experience, good or bad. A great mind directly correlates to great experiences. Each experience good or bad, constitutes each part of your beliefs. You believe what you see, what you're told, what you feel. But these are all obvious statements. As usual, I have a string of questions to complicate the simplicity of this fact, like every other common knowledge -- which is basically what we have led ourselves to believe is true, and thus have created facts. We see the ground and say it's the ground. We've forged an identity for this thing that looks kind of groundy and so we call it the ground. What makes the ground groundy we know is by it's characteristics. You name a white dog snowy, for example. Bu...

Sitting in the backseat of her old Chevy The girl is staring at herself in the rear view mirror Her face is perfectly symmetric Her eyes almond shaped Her eyeballs the blackest black There is a look of untouched innocence in those eyes She's is but a girl of thirteen years She is relaxed, and yet, has never felt a sense of such unprecedented gaiety before She's on her way to a traditional ceremony Her driver is driving swift and oblivious to his sole passenger She is garbed in a red salwar kurta Admiring herself, she feels no less than a bride The hair is a symphony of soft musical waves; A black cascade of dancing curls The forehead is the size of her little finger The eyebrows are slightly angular The nose is long and straight and broad altogether She has issues with her nose on an everyday basis But not today. Today she felt and looked the epitome of beauty The lips are neither too thin, nor too thick The jaw is neither high like a movie star's Neither is it indistinct ...

Unexpectedly she spewed hot fresh blood in the middle of the feud She was appalled at her vision that was astoundingly askewed She danced in circles; her rapture of great magnitude Away she fanned away, the crowd, they booed Towards the rotting brain of the toads, the flies with great discipline queued She was alarmingly exquisite, not anything like the brood Her master was by this evidence, indeed very shrewd No one in her mind resided, none dared to intrude An unquenchable hunger lingered in her for something that could be food Unrequited are her desires, she can't help but be in such a dramatic mood She stops her nimble feet as she announces the interlude Cowering low she looks incredibly fragile now, dude Her eyes give away her pain, there's no one there to have her soothed She then scowls and all in a mighty fright were shoo-ed Bounds herself in a ball rocking self, looking one, so well glued Then she passes into the void, poor little Jude Whispers goodbye to the world, un...

Look at that boy, sitting in the library Attention consumed by a "Calvin & Hobbes" comic For a full ten minutes we stalked him While he sat innocent, oblivious on the stool Not for a millisecond does he look up So rapt is his adoration and attraction He seems other-worldly His every five seconds' smile The sheer joy on his face He looks the part; he's the epitome of what a reader should be He's aged a decade plus five years passed In those small smiles, and often big, un-suppressed expressions of pure emotion, lies his awe Unbeatable, the subtle wholesomeness of his amusement In his world, there exists nothing of this one An undeniable fantasy world he lives in It must break his heart so when Calvin's adventures end!