The Mountain

Continued From The Woodcutter I am home. I am shelter. I am the silent companion. I am the watcher. I am the secret bearer. I am the keeper. I am home to everyone. I do not choose anyone on priority. I do not limit the members of my family. I do not differentiate on theContinue reading “The Mountain”

The Woodcutter

Continued from The Leaf Plucker Before I decided to pick up my father’s axe and become a woodcutter, I was a shepherd. My family possessed multiple herds of cattle. It included sheep, goats and buffaloes. We lived among many other families and moved places after every few months. The main reason for such nomadic lifestyleContinue reading “The Woodcutter”

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