Tuesday, 28 April 2020

X for the Unknown #AtoZChallenge

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Two thousand years before this dawn
The Arabs had the symbols drawn;
Al-jabr, though the name had been,
Algebra is the name we've seen. 

Equations of the mastermind
Lacked a value yet to find.
'Shay-un', though its name had been,
X is all that we have seen. 


Monday, 27 April 2020

W for Writing #AtoZChallenge

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In the eighth grade classroom of a Central school, all hell had broken loose. It was a commotion so profound that calling it a fish market would be an understatement. In the midst of the futile screams of the class-monitor were flying cloth dusters, pencil pouches, and a black shoe. While some were seen hopping over the desks, others crawled underneath them for reasons unknown. Vigorous pen-fights and matches of odd-or-even were being played over multiple groups. A few were found asking around for completed notebooks, graph papers, rulers, and a missing shoe. You see, it was a free period.



Saturday, 25 April 2020

V for Vexation #AtoZChallenge

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In the past three years, it has religiously arrived every night. Just around the time the clock turned nine. It didn't matter what I was doing at the time. I could be studying, watching a movie, reading a book, or even rushing back to the hostel from the city or college. But it would come without fail. The vexation.



Friday, 24 April 2020

U for Usefulness #AtoZChallenge

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Standing before you are two magnificent figures. The abyss of despair and the mountain of hope. We're playing the game of fate. You and your loved one are the players. Your role has the liberty of deciding how involved you can be in the game, for the fate is that of your loved one. Each time fate decides to deal against him, the abyss moves closer to where he stands. All you need to do is to guide him towards the mountain. Simple.



Thursday, 23 April 2020

T for True-Self #AtoZChallenge

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"He knows our true names, Eragon. We are his slaves forever." - Murtagh

Excerpt from Eldest, the second book of The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini

My thirteen-year-old self had just finished reading Inheritance*. Eragon had finally discovered his true name. The true name of someone was a bunch of words in the Ancient language that defined the person as a whole. It summarised their existence, perhaps even their purpose, and gave them the complete knowledge of their own self. To have someone know your true name meant to have them see you naked. They would know every inch of your mind and soul, allowing them to have complete control over yourself.



Wednesday, 22 April 2020

S for Sensitivity #AtoZChallenge

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In the lone bed of a hostel room two floors above the ground lies a flat pillow. This poor pillow has been victim to much abuse by its owner. It has been squeezed, twisted, soaked with tears, brutally folded multiple times, and occasionally dropped on the dusty floor. On multiple occasions, it has also been surprisingly ignored. That was usually when its owner found insufficient space in the bed to have a breakdown and chose to sit on the floor instead.



Tuesday, 21 April 2020

R for Remembering #AtoZChallenge

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"You're all about Harry Potter. Have you even read Dan Brown?"
"Of course! I love the Da Vince Code!"
"Sure. I don't think you've read it."
"I did long ago!"
"Oh yeah? Then tell me the climax of the story."
"Alright. In the end Langdon goes...ehh....Langdon..."