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We often mistake composure for calm. We see a placid surface and assume a still depth. But in Angela Merkel’s story, her famed restraint was not the absence of feeling; it was the vessel that held it. Reading her memoir Freedom, what strikes me is not her patience, but the potent friction that patience concealed
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Vaishali learnt to live like a bandit queen after she taught the shopkeeper a lesson for refusing her credit. The gossip travelled faster than the evening chai. Women lowered their voices when they spoke of her; men stood aside when she passed. Yet in the same breath, they called her trustworthy — bold, straightforward, and
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The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, as Arvind sat on the verandah of his ancestral home, his eyes lost in the horizon. The sprawling fields before him, cultivated with generations of sweat and dreams, now seemed quiet—too quiet. Inside the house, the faint sounds of dinner being prepared
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The worn leather of the armchair creaked under Elias’s weight. He stared at the flickering flames in the fireplace, their dance mirroring the turmoil in his heart. Beside him, his wife, Elara, sat silent, her gaze fixed on the worn rug beneath their feet. The scent of cinnamon and cloves from the simmering stew in
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/post/maqmasi.uk/782 The village court was an unusual but grand sight. Nestled atop a small hill, it stood surrounded by sprawling oak trees, its arched windows glowing faintly with morning light. Inside, the courtroom buzzed with an odd assortment of creatures—hens clucked in the gallery, squirrels chattered along the rafters, and at the highest
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/posts/maqmasi.uk The morning sun draped the farmhouse in soft gold, its light spilling through the slats of the stable and casting delicate patterns on the hay. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and distant rain, mingling with the earthy warmth of the ponies. Lily, the old man’s 10-year-old granddaughter, skipped down the worn
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Previous Chapter: https://maqmasi.uk/2024/11/21/the-animal-kingdom-speaks-a-tale-of-morality-ethics-and-humanity/ The old man Arthur’s farmhouse stood quietly at the edge of an endless meadow, its weathered boards soaked in years of sunshine, rain, and the occasional storm. Life here followed a familiar rhythm—the gentle cluck of hens, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the steady hoof beats of Storm and
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The worn leather of the armchair creaked softly under Maya’s weight. She gazed out the window, watching as the city lights blurred into a hazy swirl of color, but her mind wasn’t on the view. It was somewhere else—stuck between the echoes of yesterday’s failure and the looming worries of tomorrow. Her grandmother, sitting nearby
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