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I am a Westerosi We have a king, we have a lord And there are seven whom we pray as god We are Lannisters We always pay our debt Sometimes in gold Sometimes in cold Hear us roar On the Casterly Rock's shore We are the mighty Starks of North We never forgive but we also never forget Winter is coming We keep on saying This is the warning bell We keep on ringing Our land is snow Winter winds are grey The frost bites and chill cuts We stay close, we stay strong Like a wolf pack We survive the night that's long! Unbowed, Unbent & Unbroken Like Martells of sun kissed deserts We dwell where the year is summer When all the six bent knee We managed to successfully flee The shapeshifting dunes are our allies Scorpions in our sand Poison on our spears Lys may cry but we have its tears High gardeners we are! Roses on our tunics Embroidered on all our fabrics Roses in our garden And as pretty as they ma...

Indianization of Game of Thrones character names has been in the list of my long pending projects. All I lacked was motivation - and there is thing about motivation when you look back in hindsight you cannot pin point the exact moment in time to figure out when and what and where the flames of motivation were lit. The thing about creativity is you cannot put your brains to it - it needs your heart and soul! So here we go .... The Indian Version of GOT Character Names: The Starks of the North  The Sharmas Original Names Indian Version Eddard(Ned) Stark  Ekalavya Sharma Catelyn Stark Chaithra Sharma Robb Stark Rahul Sharma Bran Stark Bhuvan Sharma Rickon Stark Rakesh Sharma Arya Stark Avantika Sharma Sansa Stark Sushmitha Sharma Benjen Stark Bhanuprakash Sharma Jon Snow Jay Shah Jo...

I wanted to sleep they asked me to sit When I sat up They asked me to stand I stood upright  And then they told me to walk I started to walk And they asked me to run I started running The same voice told me to sprint I increased the pace I was sprinting away The pace kept increasing I dont know how! I was sprinting and sprinting My peripheral vision stared blurring Everything around me disappeared Only the thick black tar road remained And I was sprinting on it The world was now grey The road remained black It was cold and it was grim Is this how death feels? The voices have stopped There is just silence What is that? I see something There is an obstacle on my path I am sprinting towards it I can't slow down Should I jump above it? Or should I slide underneath it? I dont know what to do Why the voices have stopped I have no clue I am approaching it fast Where has the voice disappeared? Why have the instru...

The Story of Scheherazade The story goes that King Shahryar found out one day that his first wife was unfaithful to him. Therefore, he resolved to marry a new woman each day as well as behead the previous day's wife, so that she would have no chance to be unfaithful to him. He had killed 1,000 such women by the time he was introduced to *Scheherazade* the vizier's daughter. Scheherazade had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of bygone men and things; indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had perused the works of the poets and knew them by heart; she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts and accomplishments; and she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred. Against her father's wishes, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the king. Once in the king's chambers, Scheherazade ...