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Do we want to win?

Prabhanshu Singh Sikarwar
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A cute girl who could have boasted a beauty to charm the world if she were to be in a different
time and age, was sitting like a ragdoll with her face buried on her tiny lap, maybe it was the

dry arid climate of blood-soaked air that seemed to have rendered her eyes tearless, as she

stared at the land her mother sang a lullaby to her once dreamy eyes that now have seemed to
be deprived of human emotions.

Young high spirited lad boasting pointed nose like a Pinocchio and wrapped around with
camouflage, with the desire to die for his nation, patrolling the refuge bunker saw a little ragdoll

and thought to cheer her up, offering the refuge ration of brittle and hard bread to her and

judging from her dirty but well-looking cloths, assuming her to be a girl that must have idolised
the books that she had read, he asked the favourite book of her, afraid initially, ragdoll of ours

finally spoke to the lad, “the red riding hood”, lad shocked for a second asked her why was it
her favourite book to which the little ragdoll finally saw to lad’s eyes and said, “Because in red

riding hood at least, the girl finds out who the wolf is…”.
The lad was even more shocked to this answer and said, “isn’t clove kingdom our enemy, the

ones to have invaded our land?!”, to which the girl said, “isn’t that because our kingdom refused

to be in alliance with them, to hoard all the resources of this land in the pocket of few people
in power that would continue to exploit our people just because they think of profit and power

at all times, driving people like us not for the nation but for their notion.”
“What if we shared our resources, what if we traded and both won, it would surely make

stronger people weak, but it would also make weaker people strong, isn’t it what these people

proclaim of wanting?”
“Do you think the world is fair?”

“If everyone trades that everyone dies, it is always the matter of survival, there is no right and
wrong in it, that is why the wars are fought. It isn’t us that attacked them, it is they who started

it, do you want our nation to be ravaged by the animals they are, having lived a life of maiden

carrying the morals of the folktales, and imposing them on others that are dying to protect you
from the harsh world that is the earth.” as the lad was rampaging his thoughts, he realised that

the ragdoll he was speaking to was the kid that hasn’t had her teeth fall yet.
He calmly spoke that the world isn’t made by the cute kids who had grown to be moral and

just, the majority didn’t even have the books she had read, like the lad himself, having lost his

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