The deep woods have deep meanings hidden beyond them. A realm of fantasy awaits the escapist. Fiction is always a lie, though sometimes based on truth. Fantasy is fiction. When the wolf howls in the terai of Himalayas, looking at the moon through the dense trees, the whole jungle listen to the call of the wild. The bat hangs comfortably, waiting to get out in search of food. The creaking of the insects in the forest and the cold winds getting neatly filtered by the dense trees. One can get lost in this jungle. One can perish. This jungle takes lives, but also gives lives. Jungle teaches about nature, and the wonderful workings of it. Creatures walk, crawl, climb and slither, and the jungle stands calmly. Things are beautiful and things are dangerous. The wolf howls in the cold full moon night. It looks like call of the wild is calling someone.
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Jay thrashed his fingers across the strings of his bass guitar, the basis notes reverberating through the dimly lit club. The cr...
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He saw his result and closed his eyes. He felt like his head is swirling around in circles. He had never expected that from himself but now ...
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