On the Eve of the Battle

The warriors are honing their swords and dusting their armour. Strategists are racking their brains in the barracks. Spies are being released to garner intelligence. Marksmen are practising incessantly to perfect their shots. Generals are issuing orders. Unsuspecting links from other battalions are being tacitly tapped for military information. Priests are enhancing morale by singing eulogies of commanders and reciting stories of valour. Grenades are being piled up and missile dispensers positioned.

The battle is poised to begin with the strike of dawn. The Sun will come out a trifle too early to witness the first onslaught of the day. Mars would be curious too, but who would he smile upon? Who will be crowned God post the battle of the intellect? Forgive me Providence when I say “May the Best Warrior Win”.

-Surabhi