My mind was in a semi-dream state, didn’t even know why I was moving. On the other hand, my body was going through such agony. There was some instinct in me which told me to keep moving on. Not knowing that I was destined for something greater that evening. I guess somethings just happen because they are best for everyone.
In the July of 1518, the Dance Plague started in city of Strasbourg. People gathered in streets and started dancing unreasonably. It became impossible to stop them. Sweeping all over the city, this disease even caused deaths due to exhaustion. Countless people danced together to death.
Stephen King writes ‘Fiction is the truth inside the lie’. He also says that humor is almost always anger with make-up on. But is that make up necessary? Can we as a society no longer engage in conversation truly, with no poetic phrases, no stories, no rhetoric and no lies to hide beneath? Is it possible for us to trade our beautifully worded lies for truths and our stories for the people to tell them instead?
On this Father’s Day, read this story about a soldier who decided to hold a sword in one hand and a pen in another. He continues his hobby of writing, which was contrary to his profession and uses this delicacy as his strength to unlock new chapters in his life.