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Stories of Jivavarta: Two Stones

The first stone hit the water with a great splash, drawing every eye; the second sank in silence, becoming one with the river. K oboa was a very smart young man. So when his village wanted to send somebody to visit the famous school in the capital city Trishala and learn about new ways of life, they picked him. Today, the whole tribe was gathered on the river bank to see off Koboa. Though many from the capital had visited his tribal village in the past, Koboa was the first one from his tiny village to visit the capital town. His father, Gilot, looked at Koboa. He felt extremely proud of his son. Suddenly, Gilot noticed nervousness on Koboa’s face. "Why are you nervous? Are you not pleased to see a new place? To learn new things?” Asked Gilot. "I am happy, but ..." said Koboa. "But what?" asked Gilot anxiously "But, but I have seen town folks who visited our village in the past, I look so different from them.” "Are y...