The boys... they were best friends... they grew up on the borderland of 2 different countries they said... but they spoke the same language, they played the same games, they even looked alike... like brothers... they did not understand the things that adults talked about... the issues... the treaties... none of it made sense. All they loved to do after play was to eat those ripe and sometimes sour mangoes they got from home and bury the seed deep into the ground. Years passed and as they became adults the political issues made more sense and they weren’t brothers anymore... not even friends... Little did they know those seeds they planted have grown up to bore mangoes of their own in the borderland. One would literally be confused to which part of the country it belonged... it simply held its roots to the ground and opened its wide branches to the sky... buried little happy tales in its barks no one knows about and attracted many more sisters and brothers that no one ever talked about...
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