Language is a powerful instrument and words it’s sharp edged Obsidian knife; while Twitter the place where you find chefs using it to brutally wound out of hate rather than to cook a concoction that feeds hungry souls.
Je dois reformuler quelque chose que j’ai entendu récemment… (à mon avis) La fonction éducative de la vie est le rêve de tout philosophe moraliste et de toute propagande conservatrice. Pour vivre pleinement, ne cherchez pas la fonction éducative de la vie, car comme l’art, il n’y a pas de fonction éducative ici!
#Change #starts with #I & #We
In a world where boys are told not to cry, I tell mine that I hear him. I hear him and I am here for him. That he is smart, intelligent, kind. That he is not to be bound by gendered norms but simply be a good human. For he’s a gift like our neighbour’s […]
Children are like wild flowers. Their imperfections are perfect, their heart – shiny and glistening like plants after first rain.
Self-hate has left tally marks on her skin. One, two, three, four and a strike through! Five. In clusters. Here and there. We tally our beer, she tallied her pain. Till one day she stopped. She reached the highest level of self-loathing: So much so it flipped. A soul that reached serenity by fighting against […]
Read somewhere: if your partner loves you, will show it through small gestures that you never expected. Yesterday, as I struggled to braid my hair, mine came to aid: it wasn’t the prettiest, but it was for the grittiest of all girlfriends. His perfect gesture – helping to braid my hair.
Hard rural boys, dark skinned in their six hundred rupees pants – bought on the roadside, wanted to get them beautiful Kashmiri girls when BJP moved forces into the state; “white babes, with cheeks like apples – darlings me marry yous, wanna be my friendship?” So I told them, perhaps women from their family would […]
প্রতি ডিসলেক্সিক মুহূর্তে মনে পরে গুরু এবং গরু – র মধ্যে একটি সূক্ষ্ম রেখা রয়েছে।
Often hosts flutter aroundme in a compassionateway – eying,placing me securelyin a closed cabinetof fully inadequate.Then the statement –“I have been to yourcountry, must be nice living here?”All I reply is this:“Yes, isn’t it lovely living herein my country?”Securely aware of the realquestion: “How does itfeel to be brown?”
It is always the pious who point out beer is sinful. Yet artists and designers believe – beer ideas are by far the best ideas, for many battles have been fought and won with hop as primary nourishment, and many students survived another semester due to beer bonding at many fests.