"Am I going to die?",My remembrance brings me the forgotten words I uttered once upon a lifetime....Long rivers of years passed since then,but I remember it so clearly...
The battle was over,and wounded were left behind for the jackals to relish.Just like my king,the sun too seemed desparate to move away.Pain and thirst fought eachother inside me for victory.Thirst won and it demanded its price.
"Water"....."A drop of water"...
The dust seemed to befriend me better than my shadows.It seemed like my world is getting darker or is it that the battlefield is approaching the nights?I dont want to stand here,ask questions and find answers.Because there are no answers that possibly find amusing tonight.This battle is over,the enemies took the victory.Im a lost soldier,standing alone in the path of destiny.Just one step away from achieving find the time hidden in my body.I needed water,but the chance seems bleak.Suddenly I felt a strain,and I was meeting with the reality...the answer came faster than the question..."Yes"..."Yes,is the answer"...Answer for what?
"Am I Going To Die?"
Life changed very much after that.It was the last time I was defeated.But then,that defeat taught me that winning is just a matter of opinion.Even a defeated king can enjoy the fruits of victory and even a victorious king could feel the depth of defeat.The life is a battle,a journey,a myth and a logical interpretation of virtual reality...and I seemed to pick up that philosophy sooner...and I started my journey...The journey of the traveller...a real traveller.
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