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The very young Amanji, how well you write. It was an absolute pleasure to read that. The next listener, in millions. Its been a delight to meet and know many of them, including you! P.S: No time to write those flukes or what?!!!!Originally posted by: cineraria
For shows may come and shows may go,
But I remain forever.-IPKKND (the moment I contorted Tennyson's evergreen verse ofthat Brook which was so me)
I was rudely woken one night from a sleep of oblivion, a strange creature stood at my door. It was neither a man nor a woman, nor any animal. Not a fairy, not even a devil. It entered inside without much consideration of seeking an invite, thumped on the sofa and smirked at my fuming self.It then began a narration and had my will.
"There was a warrior, who sought to battle the world with her fragile hands. There was a warlord who sought to battle himself and kill his heart on a ventilator. And to maim whatever sought to recuperate the dying heart.She fell from her station straight into his arms. They fought. They fought to the world's end in their minds and fought for 18 seasons. Till they both lost... their hearts to each other. "
And I was held captive by this warring madness, and the pure love that thrived in it. By the sparks of severe attraction that flew when their swords met, by the pain the inflicter felt when the victim's wound bled. By the background characters that cheered or veered.I did not realize when the the tale ended, the creature got up and left, I saw its retreating back, agape. I knew it would go and knock some other door, wake up another and narrate the same. I felt a strange connection with the next listener, to all of them which were in fact in millions. Because they all experienced the same. They all fell irrevocably in love with the warlord and the warrior, they were all charmed beyond comprehension. And they all missed the weird creature, it told its name - IPKKND.
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