Redhya

“He’d been waiting for the right moment to use his perfect arrow that had divine powers. However, before he could use it, he died in a war, fighting for his realm. Thus, the arrow remained pristine. While taking his last breaths, he gave me the arrow, and before I could leave, he grabbed me by the hand and narrated an incident.” “What incident?” “He told me that once a sage had advised him not to use the best horse for a trivial war. I responded with a nod, because I believed that the sage was right. Then, he told me one last thing that the sage had told him.” “What was that?” “Your hardest war is to decide whether it’s trivial or not.” After saying this, the man narrating the story became lifeless, and the arrow was lying by his body, being in its pristine form. *** buy my books on amazon - redhya

May my words resonate ferociously and reach masses far and wide! May this reach the people who know how it feels to keep on going through hell. Having said that, it reminds me of what Winston Churchill once said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” Honestly, at this moment, I don’t really care about the world, except for some people: the mad people who are often misunderstood and labelled as confused, the dreamers who want to be more than just ordinary, and especially those who misunderstood the poem “The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost” for some hopeful verses. This is a declaration of support for those who are dedicatedly chasing the only thing they dream of achieving. One Dream. Because it's not easy if you come from a background where the kith and kin aren’t even remotely related to the work which you are burning the midnight oil for. And it is funny that some of them don’t even know what you even do.  Sometimes it feels like driving a car at extremely dark, s