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PANDORA'S BOX

Out… Out again… a leap… rise... escape… and into the veil of goodness merge the shade of the wicked one after the other... Uninterrupted … Finally revealing the dread of gods thereby poisoning the innocent dumb hearts on earth… and thus unfolding the mysterious tale of the Pandora box. Nevertheless there lies a last boon of solace for the beauty that set open the jar of mystery… challenging the doom yet to come... HOPE! Leaving us to come up with a pack of keys… to untangle the puzzle of secrecy making it best of all than mere realism. And so the last unleashed drop of goodness brings back the gone fancy of kids… all set to listen to yet another fable…

“The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter “... This has been the watchword of life for many of my friends who held high the notions of destruction for this sinking world of corrupt leaders, critics and sadists – we call them the Pandora horns. As not everyone is capable of masking the worst curse of being evil upon them … the gift to accept the good hence perish… Wonder why these fables don’t breathe life into them… move the terrible smoke of negativity for not anyone experience the bliss of life without tasting the tart it has in store. But the only boon that remained in the mystery jar is often ignored… unseen and these cynics mockingly expose the irony of a tale to reality.


How often have you tried to impose a gloomy end for a fable??  Each time a frown with a sturdy voice of rebut welcome you… even the strongest argument proves fatal before the tiny – tots who long for these ‘happily ever after tales’. And then you grasp the depth of innocence in them that allows no horns to take away the boon of hope… 

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