From your hand, anything can be stolen.
From your destiny, nothing.
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With a complexion darker than the darkest nights and, a voice sweeter than honey, he was the most charming youth anyone had seen.
Children and animals of all kinds were his f...
Only the timid and the weak leave things to destiny but the strong and the self-confident never bank on destiny or luck.
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Afternoon had set in. The bell rang and the students ran out of the classrooms, their bags bouncing on their backs as they ran home, happily. Some students walked out slowly, in groups, giggling with each other. Somu, along with Sumit and Inder, walked out giggling.
"Somu, don't you think Radha ma'am punished you for no reason."
"No. It was my fault. I should have carried an extra pen." Somu said innocently, kicking a small pebble. The trio stopped when they saw a lad, a beautiful lad, standing under the tree in front of the school.
Madhav leaned against the tree, a small smile on his lips as he watched a few squirrels play on the branches. He carried an air of gentleness that drew the boys towards him.
"Bhaiya!" Inder beamed.
"Hi Inder. How's Rama?"
"She's good bhaiya. But why did you leave that day? We wanted to give you a mango for helping us." He pout.
"Next time maybe." Madhav replied.
"Inder," Sumit tugged his shirt. "Who is he? How do you know him?"
"Last week, when Rama and I were plucking mangoes he helped us. But he ran away before we could share the mangoes with him."
"And his name?" Somu asked.
"My name is Madhav." He answered with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Somu. And you too, Sumit."
