Pathos Of Karna

The faint smell of soil pricks my scathing lungs…. I open my eyes to see a world of impending doom…. and a certain death galloping towards my course…. a chariot filled with the godly craft of archery…. of one conceived of air, and raised in womb of earth, there be my rival, with his aim fixed […]

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