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The traveller moves on with her bag of fiery memories
She fought many more trolls, many more oceanic beasts
But never did she meet again a prince of mystique
The stranger who washed wounds of her wars and disappeared
It was a hot and sunny day. Three of us – my sister, mom, and I were standing beside a road in the city of Gwalior, while my father was trying to locate the address of our maternal uncle.
It's 5AM and Arun is practicing for his 200m final race of the Olympics which is to be held tomorrow. He is in the top 5 athletes, after the qualifying matches. He takes a break from his practice and remembers telling his son that this is the last Olympics of his career and he has prepared for it all his life.