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story in caption It was 10:39 of the night,

story in caption It was 10:39 of the night, and my eyes started to close, autonomously. It was way too late from my usual sleeping schedule. With the arrival of a thought, my eyes flew opened. "I've not listened to story yet!", my little heart murmured. I was crazy about the bed-time stories, they were the favourite time of my day. I loved them, to add on this my dad and mom are the best storytellers in the whole world. They would tell me a story, in a unison, without having a plot they knew the direction of story and would never ruin the flow. They narrated one by one or simultaneously, depending on the emotions and tone of the story. It was such night and I was waiting for them, in my bed curiously thinking about today's story.They arrived, made me feel cozy, as I closed my eyes , they started to narrate... "It is a story, story over a millennium old. It is the story of a king, a queen, a prince and mother nature. A saintly king used to rule over a kingdom, not very large, probably the size if a vilkage; far in the forests, close to the heart of nature. They knew this because they have heard mother earth beat, beat in the voice of melodious birds when she was happy, in the voices of peacocks when she danced under the rain provided by his sister, barkha. They have heard her, close. Mother protected them from the vices, at that time she was considered a human only, born in the kingdom itself. She was used to be prayed by all, even by the royals. She was above all.
story in caption It was 10:39 of the night, and my eyes started to close, autonomously. It was way too late from my usual sleeping schedule. With the arrival of a thought, my eyes flew opened. "I've not listened to story yet!", my little heart murmured. I was crazy about the bed-time stories, they were the favourite time of my day. I loved them, to add on this my dad and mom are the best storytellers in the whole world. They would tell me a story, in a unison, without having a plot they knew the direction of story and would never ruin the flow. They narrated one by one or simultaneously, depending on the emotions and tone of the story. It was such night and I was waiting for them, in my bed curiously thinking about today's story.They arrived, made me feel cozy, as I closed my eyes , they started to narrate... "It is a story, story over a millennium old. It is the story of a king, a queen, a prince and mother nature. A saintly king used to rule over a kingdom, not very large, probably the size if a vilkage; far in the forests, close to the heart of nature. They knew this because they have heard mother earth beat, beat in the voice of melodious birds when she was happy, in the voices of peacocks when she danced under the rain provided by his sister, barkha. They have heard her, close. Mother protected them from the vices, at that time she was considered a human only, born in the kingdom itself. She was used to be prayed by all, even by the royals. She was above all.
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