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"The history of free men is never really written by chance but by choice; their choice!" ~ Dwight Eisenhower
The wind blew strong and chilly. Brown leaves desperately clung to dried up branches, reluctant to pass on, resisting the changing seasons. Yet the wind was unrelenting. It carried with it a cold reminder that change was evident. Change was life. And much had changed in the eWorld.
A shadow flitted across the almost empty streets in a remote town in Chattisgarh. It had a strange familiarity, and yet felt out of place - like a remnant of a bygone era, a ghost of many a yesterday gone.
Its movements were not that of one in familiar territory. Often pausing, somewhat stumbling, it walked across the landscape - unsure of where it was headed, what it meant to do here. So much seemed familiar, yet were as different as could be on closer inspection.
It only knew that it had been here before, spent many an hour immersed in the sights & sounds - raging monumental battles, sharing toasts with friends and foes alike, quiet moments composing letters of some worth. The memories beckoned, the voices of Davids & Shails called, the land called for his return.
The silent observer passed a shop with broken mirrors. One could tell battle had been raging in these shores not long back. Many a betrayal had taken place, many a casualty in changing alliances - the glass mirrors had seen a lot lately, had many a story to tell.
The observer stepped up to one of the mirrors. It was still obscure in the near darkness. Carefully lifting it up, the shadow looked deep into its own reflection. It knew not why the land looked so bleak, why the streets so empty, what stories the mirror had been witness to.
All it knew, all Mav knew, as he was stared into his own reflection, was that he was here. For whatever its worth, he was once again part of this story, eIndia's story.
~ TDC Editor ~ Knight of DODGE ~ Dik Grande
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