myth
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Once upon a time lived two boys – Ram and Shyam – who were the best of friends. They had the entire forest as their playground and a sprawling mansion with a white façade as their home. Days were spent in teasing out the secrets of the forest, writing songs in praise of a flower,
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With bells on her feet, hair soft like summer rain, the Goddess of Sea was not a goddess today but a mother as she prepared a feast for her son, one last time. From the shores he came, carrying with him a most gorgeous necklace of moonbeams and dew drops from the land he called
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The atmosphere was intense. Even nature outside could sense it because it had abruptly gone dark with a sudden influx of clouds and strong winds. Dressed in black velvet from head to toe with a bright pink bowtie and a monocle that made him look at once like a clown for he had unusually pale
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Dhruvswamini was very upset with her husband. It had only been a week since their marriage and the man had left his new wife at home because he was needed back in the king’s retinue which was due to leave for its annual voyage across the kingdom. Angry and lonely, Dhruvswamini sang of her woes
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Rhea had had enough. She was tired of all the taunts and jokes that children her age constantly subjected her to, tired of running home in tears, tired of seeing her parents helpless in the onslaught. She was sick of it all that at the tender age of ten, decided she wanted to die.
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This is a tale of how the furies were born. Orest was an honourable man, just, brave and kind. He was the man his regiment could count on getting them home safely. Though they had an equally just, if somewhat ineffective, lover of the good life, king…for Orest’s regiment, he was akin to a king.
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Gunaf tied his boat to a tree as he made his way to the temple. He knew he would have no need for the boat. And since it had served him well, he left it at the shore, secure enough that it wouldn’t drift off, not so secure that someone who needed it couldn’t get
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