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🪔🌺🙏  *Being a woman as I am  Is all wrong they say Listen to me, they teach What's the right way  *Tumeric powder for fair skin Suggests the all-knowing traditional trad Na, better to use creams and bleach Advices the snobbish ultra-modern mod  *Fully dress up and decked - trad says carry your belief on body like a doll inert Mod dressing is exotic and catching up the latest style expert Well, don't both deny comfort ? *Trad says English speaking is bad, especially for a girl Mod feels mastery over mother tongue to be backward, rural  *Trad opines that too much of education corrupts females  Mod expects one to be a know-it-all, memorizing world's all tales  *Trad favous the family above all Mod is in favour of friendships standing tall - Both ignore the individual inner CALL   *Trad life is all full of blind beliefs and superstitions  Mod life is totally rational, devoid of emotions  *Trad demands to change lifestyle and tastes a...

Prince Kezin let out a deep sigh as he sat on his bed with closed eyes, legs outstretched. There was a terrible pain ransacking his leg, due to a wound caused by an arrow. The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing in comparison to the turmoil ranging in his mind.  He had imagined this battle to be a wonderful opportunity to fulfil one of his long-cherished childhood dream. But a cruel twist of fate had now dashed all his hopes to the grounds.  As with any other day, the Prince had called in the medical staff to get treated for the day's injuries. The royal doctor, on close examination of a particular wound on the leg, had declared that the Prince had been hit by the vicious 'Nanjjiu' arrow.  This meant that a seemingly simple arrow, which had struck the Price, had been tipped with a kind of deadly poison. The poison had already entered the blood of the Prince and would take hardly a day to spread throughout his body and kill him. The only known antidote of this poiso...