Story: Man And Faun A long time ago a Man met a Faun in the forest and succeeded in making friends with him. The two soon became the best of comrades, living together in the Man's hut. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Faun saw the Man blow on his fingers. “Why do you do that?“ asked the Faun. “To warm my hands,“ the Man replied. When they reached home the Man prepared two bowls of porridge. These he placed steaming hot on the table, and the comrades sat down very cheerfully to enjoy the meal. But much to the Faun's surprise, the Man began to blow into his bowl of porridge. “Why do you do that?“ he asked. “To cool my porridge,“ replied the Man. The Faun sprang quickly to his feet and made for the door. “Goodbye,“ he said, “I've seen enough. A fellow that blows hot and cold in the same breath can not be friends with me!“ The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either.
It’s a man looking over his family during the British Raj in India. There were many cases of cannibalism and he feared someone would try to kill and eat his children or wife. I acknowledge this is a difficult picture to look at— but I included it for a reason. Many people in the US/West aren’t even aware of the terrible famines that swept through India and which are comparable to the holocaust in deaths (an estimated ~30 million people have died in famines in India). This was taken from the Great Famine of 1876–1878, which was far worse than the infamous Bengal Famine. It was caused by a crop failure/drought and was exacerbated by the crown’s export of wheat abroad. In total, 5.6 - 9 million people died (it’s hard to get exact figures). And within huge statistics like these, are forgotten stories. These are individuals and families, who slowly faced the despair of knowing they had no food and would have no food in the near future. They faced the horror of knowing there was
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