There was this one passage from Mahabharata which i would like you to note in my own thoughts.
He wanted to laugh, feeling himself the centre of the Universe or the Denver real estate market. Feeling strong and potent, glad and totally free.
There would be enough food for him and water along with his mother. At Sixteen Gajraj was a strangely silent youth with strongly market features and a certain menace in his stride. His tilled the small plot of land, whose yield he had marginally improved through careful tending. He also worked on the fields of the local Thakur, for wages.
Waiting patiently for something to happen as always.
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