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Roshani Chokshi

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    Aasha readied herself. In the other rooms, she heard her sisters squabbling over lost cosmetics and borrowed outfits, arguing over the philosophical merits of one poem compared to another. Their love and gentle fights had been the music of her life for so long. But beyond the tent, a different song called out to her.

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    Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.

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    All war is philosophical. That's why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it's nothing more than murder.

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    And in such bliss does devastation grow.

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    And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.

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    A particularly good book had a way of opening new spaces in one's mind. It even invited you to come back later and rummage through what you'd learned.

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    A particularly good book has a way of opening new spaces in one's mind. It even invited you to come back later and rummage through what you'd learn.

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    Are you ready, daughter of Indra?' it asked. 'Nope,' said Aru. She took a deep breath. 'But let's go anyway.

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    Aru used to think that friends were there to share your food and keep your secrets and laugh at your jokes while you walked from one classroom to the next. Sometimes, though, the best kind of friend is the one who doesn't say anything but just sits beside you. It's enough.

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    Aru was twelve years old. Even she knew that half the time she didn't know what she was doing.

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    A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.

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    Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

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    But worry for a friend can make ordinary circumstances extraordinary.

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    Enough tiny sharp jabs can cut as deeply as any knife.

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    Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.

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    Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge.

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    Gauri laughed when he stumbled through the movements of the dance. “You are a discredit to your title, Vikram. Fox Prince, indeed,” she said. “I’ve never seen a clumsier fox.” “What I lack in skill, I make up for in enthusiasm.” “Do you even know how to dance?” “Not at all,” he said, spinning her in a circle. “I can tell. Were you lulled by the music?” “The company.” “Now you’re just trying to be sly and charming.” “I am a credit to my title, after all.

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    Have you never heard the saying ‘you attract more flies with honey than vinegar’?” “Why would I want to attract flies?” “Never mind.

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    He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

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    His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.

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    I am not interested in recollections of the past," said Vikram, holding my gaze. "I have a future now. There's nothing sweeter than that.

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    I believe that the world could be different. I believe that our destinies aren't chains around our necks, but wings that give us flight.

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    I don’t know enough to be serious,” he said carefully. “But I’d like to know enough to have options.

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    Imagine having to live in a place like this," she said through chattering teeth. "You'd have to pick your nose all the time just so that your boogers wouldn't freeze into icicles and stab the inside of your nose.

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    In my experience , big words ornament bad news.

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    In the end, I did whatever I could to stave off her nightmares.

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    I think the greatest power is belief, for what is a god without it?

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    It is better, perhaps, to be thought of as a fiction than to be discarded from memory completely.

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    It is not failure to fail.

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    It was one of the things that she liked best when her mother told her the stories: villains could be heroic, and heroes could do evil.

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    I will not let us be beings of regret. I know my past. What I want is my future.

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    I would rip the stars from the sky if you wished it. Anything for you. But remember to trust me. Remember your promise.

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    Love looked different to everyone.

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    Make yourself a myth and live within it, so that you belong to no one but yourself.

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    Maybe...maybe her gift wasn't lying. Maybe her gift was imagination. Imagination was neither good nor bad. It was a little bit of both. Just like her.

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    Maybe that's why superheroes wore capes. Maybe they weren't capes at all, but safety blankets, like the one Aru kept at the bottom of her bed and pulled up under her chin before she went to sleep. Maybe superheroes just tied their blankies around their necks so they'd have a little bit of comfort wherever they went. Because honestly? Saving the world was scary. No harm admitting that.

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    Maybe that's why the best laughs tend to break free on the edge of lightless horror. Only then can they gives wings to a drooping spirit.

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    Memories are the grandest illusion of all.

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    Memory is a riddled thing. I would caution you from making promises you cannot keep.

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    Night coaxed out the stars, my jailers.

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    Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.

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    No matter where we are, we’ll always share the same sky. We can always find each other in the same constellation.

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    Nothing but a symbol? People die for symbols. People have hope because of symbols. They're not just lines. They're histories, cultures, traditions, given shape.

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    Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.

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    Once, Shakuni had been evil and bent on revenge. He'd gotten himself cursed. But maybe curses weren't all that terrible, because he'd saved their lives, not only once, but twice. Maybe he wasn't all bad or even all good. He was just... human. In pigeon form. "People change," said Aru.

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    People are a lot like magical pockets. They're a lot bigger on the inside than they appear to be on the outside.

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    Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.

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    Punctuality, with its unseemly whiff of eagerness, was for peasants.

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    Real life doesn't always sound like it should.

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    Secrets are curious things. They are flimsy and easily broken. For this reason, they prefer to remain hidden.