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The one sided coin

This is a story of a little boy,Vachnoisfed,who lived in this tiny space on a remote mountain range, right on the edge of the world.

He was a shy kid and unlike others hi age, he was rather quiet.He grew up watching people.Their expressions,their mannerisms and habits.How their eyes betrayed words, or sometimes spoke more than their words.
Gradually he became subdued but confident.Confident of the knowledge he had, and more importantly –knowledge of the fact that a lot yet needed to be understood.Subdued because very few people could really understand him,or the other way round.
There was this piercing need to know about the black and white of life.Yes or no.True or False.If there was a right in the world there needed to be a wrong as well, if there was a true,there needed to be a false, if there is a 1 there then there is a corresponding 0.

However, little did he realize that one day his understanding of life would change completely.He would learn of a new dimension of life.
His reputation preceded his presence.The infamous sage Greyzdwal was passing through his village.For some Greyzdwal was just a traveler ,trying to con people and make them believe the impossible , and for some he was Guru – a master who opened their eyes.He went from town to town collecting a piece of life from every family he met. Greyzdwal would then carefully store it in his mysterious metal box.Lock it discreetly and hide the key.

Greyzdwal caught Vachinosfed’s attention one day when he went inside a house nearby and came out with an aura around him.Vachnoisfed was very intrigued.Restless.Was he the supreme being in a new avatar? How could a regular human being look so divine? Was it an illusion? Can someone do that? What did he do inside ,Vachinoisfed pondered.? What was he collecting? Was it valuable? After all he did have a metal box.The reflection of the moon on the smooth edges of the box made it look even more precious .The winter chill had set in and everyone Vachinoisfed looked at seemed mysterious. Everytime Vachnoisfed walked passed the sage quietly seated under a pine tree, his eyes could not stop staring at the box.As time passed he grew increasingly restless. Vachnoisfed was now at the edge.Edge of reason, he was getting sucked in the mystrey of the metal box.
Vachnoisfed decided that he would dare.Take the risk.He just needed to know what was in the box.He couldn’t sleep otherwise.On a full moon night,he decided that this would be the day he would put an end to his misery. Vachnoisfed decided to steal the metal box when the great sage was asleep.
As the moon shadow kissed the hills on a chilly winter night, Vachnoisfed draped himself in a thick black coat and wrapped his face with a muffler.He tread softly on the fresh snow,trying not to breathe.As he neared the Sage He could feel the rush of blood and his heart racing,hands trembling. Vachnoisfed stopped for a second to compose himself and make the final move.
The sliver metal box lay carelessly beside the great sage.He crept behind the tree Greyzdwal was resting on and slowly tip toed his fingers towards the metal box.Suddely his mind blacked out,he felt a sudden pull on his arm and with a jerk thrust him in front of Greyzdwal. Vachnoisfed lay in front of the the sage like a trapped prisoner.
There was silence.It was deafening. Greyzdwal slowly opened his big black magnetic eyes.This was the first time Vachnoisfed saw the man so closely … Greyzwald must have been very old,his arching salt ’n pepper eyebrows were ample testimony.As he opened his eyes to focus on Vachinosfed's trembling face,he knew what Vachinosfed was looking for.Greyzdwal asked in his deep baritone - "why do you seek what you seek?"
Barely able to gather courage Vachinosfed blurted -" I want to know what's inside the box?" "Why does it intrigue you?" "is it because you don't have it? or is it because you are simply curious?"." "Have you identified the root cause for your want?"quipped Greyzdwal.
Not sure of what to say or think..Vachinosfed kept quiet.Seeing this the sage great sage reached out for his metal box and decided to show it s contents to the troubled soul.
The wind picked up speed,the leaves began to rustle,there was a distant lightning in the horizon. The metal box was now on Greyzwald's lap.As he began to open the lid,the strong wind escalated into a storm, a twister perhaps,trees were swaying wildly and the snow intensified.
Vachinosfed's gasped for every breath of air available.He was irresistibly getting transfixed at the small opening in the box.
It seemed like an eternity had passed in a second since the time Vachinosfed lay there stunned.Greyzdwald opened the box and looked at Vachonosfed's startled eyes,something he had seen every single time this happened.

Then it happened.Vachinosfed got pulled inside the box,and then....


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the dark skin is brighter,
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their shampoos leave no clue,
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a minty breath drifts over the shoulder,
the noose around my neck chokes
gasps for breath and the heart pokes
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empty faces on the outside.

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People wearing strange monikers
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my eyes lose him and hope to find.

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