He never knew how to write, engage in meaningful conversation, or to engage in any joyful mind banter. A dolt he was, often wandered in the wilderness lost in his thoughts.  And then in the morning of that bitter winter, when grayness clouded the pewter horizons, he sauntered listlessly dissolving in the oblivion’s mist. In some momentary trice, he fell off the fragile rails into a thousand feet deep pit. 

He was rescued the following day unhurt. The rumor was he was found floating on mist smiling, appearing content and in peace. A miracle happened that day and another one in the days to come, for he ensorcelled oracle’s wisdom, solving problems, enthusing positivity, and radiating brilliance through his touch and verse. 

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