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The Chess Game


The first move– a white pawn takes a double leap. Second, the black horse jumps in L. Moves and counter moves, the game continues. The dices that are on the move have no intentions. And those with intentions do not speak their mind. How long can a game continue? It has to end. One wins, or it can end in a draw. “Double check!” Finally, someone speaks cautiously. But it’s just a game, and, you can play it again. This time too, I’m back on the chess board re-arranged, for the next game: A mere dice in flesh and blood!
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