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"The sea was much better," the traveller complained. "Whenever I got tired it at least had its currents to push me forward on my journey but you," he looked at the vast desert surrounding him, "you are of no help."
He went down on his knees, dead tired. When his breaths restored back to normalcy, a while later, he heard the desert's voice.
"I agree. I am of no help like the sea and thus I often depress people. But do you really think people will remember you for crossing the sea? Never! For the sea doesn't allow you to leave any mark. I, on the contrary, do. Thus, if you cross me, I swear, you will in turn immortalize yourself with the imprints you leave over me!"
The traveller got the essence and got up to walk on. "It's always about the imprints," his heart echoed.
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Written by NovoneeL ChakrabortY
2 comments:
Disagree with you on this one chief. Desert storms wipe traces away. The sea doesn't show mirages of false hope. The desert does.
Not one of your better ones, this. Yet, I like the fact that it's got an uplifting tone to it.
your idea regarding the complain is very, i liked the positive message it conveys.
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