Pandeyji, I respect your sincere effort and there was a time when I tried to extend an olive branch to Bennedict, but he never seems to get off that high horse.

I didn't started this fight. He did. I never taunted him from the outset, he did. He knows very well I can counter his kindergarten arguments in Nepali, Newari, Hindi, Urdu and even Bhojpuri and embarrass him to the extent of depression, but he simply cannot let it go.

I was silent all this time, forgave his juvenile squabbles, but he still holds on to his conspiracy theory that I have different monikers. If I am humiliating him with this single moniker, why would I need the rest?

He time and again wakes me from my slumber, and runs away when I wake up. Sounds like an Animal who is only after leftovers.

If he makes peace, I will, but he often brings a knife in a gunfight and I am bored to death.