He poured in his visitor’s cup. The cup was soon full, but Nan-in kept pouring.
The tea rose to the rim and began to spill over on the table.
Nan-in continued pouring.
Long after the midnight hour, but hours before dawn, all was dark and silent in Ali Baba's house.
A tall dark figure emerged from the guest quarters.
He carried a dimly lit lamp and moved stealthily across the courtyard towards the kitchen.
"What should be done now?" he mused aloud, wondering how to manage their immediate mess.
"We must bury these corpses quietly and quickly," Marjina proposed pragmatically.
"So!" Josh exclaimed with a sudden understanding. "He doesn't want to eat their salt, because if he does, he'll feel bad about killing them."
"Yea," she nodded, pleased that he had quickly picked up the connection.
"But," he countered, "if salt was only a symbol of food, then salted or unsalted, he is actually eating their food. Now if he kills them after that, isn't it betrayal anyway?"
It is our brain that translates words to create meaningful images.
To do this, it needs to know both language as well as the context.
Comprehension created from words will be wrong, if their translation or context is wrong.
"Subhaan Allah!" Hasan murmured in appreciation, despite his restraint.
She moved closer to him.
'Swish, swish,' her sword moved around him, as she hovered over Hasan.
"Senior Management is happy as it believes the workforce has become efficient, customers are happy because they believe the company is delivering value for money, and workers won't squeal because they need jobs. Whoever bells the cat, won't be making any friends. So, I guess for the moment, we have a stalemate."
"As long as he pretends that you are getting a fair wage", she responded, "you can pretend you're working hard. Outlast him."
Her casual attire hugged her smooth and elegant body as she peered through the cross hairs and concentrated.
She attached the silencer and adjusted the aim to account for the divergence caused by the silencer.
The ranges stood tall and silent. Asleep. The downcast grass was rolled up into a carpet covering the soil, as if snuggled up to the warm stillness. Silence engulfed Hosh.
Only a soft subtle humming drifted across the grassland from a nearby tea-tree bush. A few crickets lay nestled in the leaves. Hidden, despite the subdued moonlight.
An elite commando is captured behind enemy lines before he can steal Dark Energy and crucified.
Torture using cold steel and interrogation follow
Thrilling science fiction...
I started dictating my communications for Mission Control.
I had survived Cold Steel and escaped. I was headed home in one piece, with my prize.
Captured elite commando unsprung from Cold Steel. Dark Energy vials stolen.
Biological weapons activated to destroy secret high security Intergalactic Lab.
In the Hindu mythology story of Devayani and Kach, should Kacha have married Devyani?
Genetic engineering is a great Sanjivani Vidya, but whether in vivo or in vitro, human cloning or resurrection using borrowed genetic materials can alter existing familial relationships
New Zealand surged ahead straight after the interval, with Ma’a Nonu gathering a loose ball and setting off on an arcing run.
“Lae ja Nonu (Take it away, Nonu)”, Rosh yelled at the TV, at the top of his lungs.
His shout scared the birds who were waiting on the deck outside, to get their morning feed.
"Danger!" My mind shrieked suddenly, violently hurtling me back into the here and now. My senses were alert now.
I saw stealthy movement in the darkness beyond, and then light bounced off a shiny sharp object. A knife!
“Where else can one go? It is all here. What more is there to seek? I already have Him. What more is there to become? I already am.”
“No, my liberation is not in seeking more, not in getting more, but in giving back what I do have now.”
This was Cape of Comorin - the Cape Reinga of India – almost at the southernmost tip of the peninsula. We were in a town called Kanyakumari in the Indian State of Tamil Nadu.
Contrary to the sensational popular belief that Kanyakumari lies at the meeting point of three bodies of water, the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean, it is surrounded by only one: the Laccadive Sea.
He respectfully approached the man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"
“Only after an infant learns to identify words, can words start to have meanings.”
“This little girl was therefore doomed to a life of loneliness, silence and darkness."
"She could see nothing, hear nothing, and couldn’t say much.”
“Will you leave us to beg on the streets?” Isha turned her face away in anguish, “while you illuminate the world. Why must Yashodharā always pay the price of Siddharth’s enlightenment?”
Her world was falling apart, and she with it. Rosh felt pity. He knew how hard it was going to be for her.
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