In ancient times, somewhere in the forests of Central Europe lived a tribe by name Beertas. They created a colony in the deep forests of the land and preferred to stay away from the rest of the civilization. The Kingdoms around these forests heard of folklore that spoke about special abilities of the Beertas and how they have figured out a way of life intertwined with nature.
Of the many great skills the Beertas were known to possess, they were also known to be experts at identifying medicinal herbs and gathering honey from the most exquisite beeswax. One of the lesser known reasons why the tribes were let on their own without being conquered by the neighboring kingdoms was due to the reliance on the Beertas to cure certain deadly diseases by sharing rare herbs and rare honey extracted from impossible locations of the land. “They speak to the bees and are lead by them to these locations”, said the village people that lived closer to the forests. Read More
“Speak up Sssssarin…”, ridiculed the merchant.”We all know that you are slow with your words, what’s up with your legs today? Did a snail bite you…”, he cursed some more before letting Sarin drop the last of his grain bags in the store. Sarin stammered as the words simply wouldn’t come out. He left the godown murmuring to himself, ‘…was attacked by robbers, had to put all my strength and wit to escape from them and safeguard your grain…‘, and without his knowledge blurted out, “itttttttts not worth it, lllllllettt ‘e getttttaoutta hhhhheere” and left the place. Read More
“Sorry sir, your room is in another section of the building, you have to come down to the reception floor and go to the 4th floor from here for breakfast”, the voice on the phone sounded cordial, but I thought there was a tinge of “haven’t I told you this last night when you checked in?”. Read More
“There is inspiration all around us, if we pause to sense it and draw from it”, teased John looking at Joshua and drawing a deep breath of the cool evening air. As the golden orange light of the setting sun flooded the valley and the slopes of the mountain that they called the blue hammer, the two men paused on their way back to their lodging on the hill-top to soak up the majestic view yet another time. Read More