Micro Stories, Flash Thoughts, Short Poetry

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It was the thrill of war. The soldiers fighting, the sound of elephants, the blood. It was the grandness of capturing a territory, of expanding the empire. Then Ashoka had an epiphany. He saw the suffering, the silliness of his petty ambitions, the fickleness of it all. He renounced violence and became one of the greatest kings ever.


Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

March 6, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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