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The Others

Just finished watching the fourth episode of season 4 and I noticed a couple of things. The way the episode portrayed the Others was extremely intriguing since the books do not divulge too much information about this icy mystique. In the episode, we first sense that the Others are about to come when we see the poured water freezing in front of Ghost. Whenever the Others appear, the temperature drops or they appear WHEN the temperatures drop. Research about them is scarce, as Samwell Tarly says in book five (small spoiler, sorry!). Whatever the case, they are correlated with a drop in temperatures. If you see water freezing instantly, you better get your dragon steel ready. We then see one of the Other taking the sacrificed baby on a horse to a mountain. This is where things get really interesting. The one riding the horse is the familiar Other. We have seen him before. He was the one leading the attack against the Night's Watch men on Fist of the First Men. But the second Othe...

The life that went away....

Forty-four. The number of days left before I return to my home. My sweet home. The thought sends a pulse of happiness through my body. Before I go to bed, I imagine myself coming out of the airport gate, the outstretched hands of my mother waiting to embrace me, my beloved standing beside her, beaming. I imagine going out with my friends and play football in the dust ridden field of Gulshan Youth Club. I imagine going to an adventure in Bandarban. The thoughts keep on piling on. They are sweet thoughts. But then another thought pokes in, and it kills me from inside. After my summer vacation, I have to come back here. I am extremely lucky to be studying in such a prestigious university (if you say otherwise, get the heck out of my blog -_-). Any one will be lucky to come here. But still the thought melts my inside. I have to say good bye to my family again. Play my last football game with my friends. Have a last look at my beloved. And then who knows when I will be back home. Life is...