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It's my first blog. I witness many things, both good and bad. These are the ingredients of my writing. I cook them through the streams of my heart. After a little decoration, I present it to you. So you understand well that the subject of my writings rotates within instances of our real life. I hope that that blog can entertain you. I will try to mix all the flavours of life. But, only time will tell whether I am successful or not. |
Complete Disaster Ashok Banerjee He never faced any defeat As a warrior. Though he fought over a hundred. That was a very special day. His son was included as a soldier. He felt proud of his son. He was known for his consistency. The day was not exceptional. He started to fight in full form. Enemy went backwards. "What can we do?" A message was sent to the Prime Minister. They sent a man to copy his son's voice. It was a dirty trick, But, everything is fair in love and war. They were completely on the back foot. Suddenly, he listened to his son's voice, "Help me, Dad". He lost his concentration. At that point, a shell took his life. Soldiers loved and respected him. They became mournful. The enemy side took full advantage And became the winner. Lines:24 Theme ▼ |
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