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Uncaged.

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Once I was walking up the pathway to my house, when I saw an unusual looking man and a woman, presumably husband and wife, slowly making their way out onto the road. They were making very cautious movements, as if gliding. I backtracked a little bit to take a closer look, but I couldn’t see their faces, because the man was wearing a weird hooded robe, which hid his features. The woman was holding a bundle close to her as if it was the most valuable thing in the world. I figured she was holding a baby, wrapped up inside the warm clothing. Her face was pale with anxiety and fear, mixed with a glow of protective motherly instinct, the only things which I could make out before she adjusted her veil to hide her face. As they walked on, I was intrigued by this eccentric looking couple, and I followed them at a safe distance where they could not see me. They stopped abruptly. As I began to wonder why there was a sudden commotion happening ahead of me, I saw them being surrounded by dog...

Movie Review: Aquaman.

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James Wan's Aquaman seems to deliver the goods that the fans have been expecting from the DCEU after the disaster in Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice and Justice League. It still does not match up to the wit, style and character that the Wonder Woman film brought, but it is an improvement nonetheless. Jason Momoa brings a light touch to the role and is very pleasing to the eye, making the character bearable enough. The rest of the caste have also delivered satisfactory performances, which was crucial for the success of this film.  Apart from the caste, this film is a visual spectacle, with a lot of CGI action, although at one point of time it gives out the feeling of being an underwater mess, with too much action going on beneath the water for a good 2 and a half hours. However, if you're a comic book fan and you really get the character of Aquaman, you might end up liking the amount of underwater fighting and action that takes place for a long period in this f...

Sacrifice.

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He was lying in the garden, his eyes reflecting a flash of happiness and pride, as he drifted into a flashback of memories. He felt himself walk through the yellow brick road that led to his old house in the village. As he walked through, towards the house, he soaked into his being, the dahlias blooming around the pathway, the smell of jasmine, and as he neared the house, the sound and smell of spices simmering in hot oil was prominent. He began to walk faster. He entered the house and made his way towards the kitchen, where his lovely wife was busily working to make the best meal he had ever had. He did not disturb her and watched from the distance, smiling. He tore himself away and walked to his room, reminiscent of the memories of all the mischief planned and executed from there, sitting on the bed, letting it all in for a few moments. Getting up, he made his way to the terrace where his old mother was knitting something, glancing over at the road, as if she was expecting someone,...