Four Feathers...

Once upon a time, in the hustle bustle of a city, stood an ancient mosque. On a bright sunny morning, the tip of the dome of the mosque became the stage for a drama unfolding. The Dome became a battlefield between a pair of hawks and a pair of crows. Each was fighting the other to gain control for that position, and were ready to slaughter the other for the sake of victory... yet life for the humans below remained the same, the chaos of a busy marketplace, people walking about supremely unconcerned about the four birds fighting for their lives and their pride up in the freshly laundered blue sky...

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  1. Ishita SamaddarAugust 5, 2006 at 8:49 PM

    ur a gud writer....mebbe u shud think abt writing professionally....wud luv to see more work from u....

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  2. Anirudh GhosalNovember 4, 2006 at 12:09 AM

    i didnt know you were this good...

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