"I'm sure waking up to find no one around you isn't as bad as trying to hug yourself in remembrance of your lover's embrace at dawn. It's not the days that scare me, it's the nights: nights that are romanticized by intellectuals and millions in the past, nights that are supposed to rain fairy dust on your heads and turn your afro into shimmering silk, pumpkins into carriages, people into characters out of mystic tales, mice into beautiful white horses; when the moonlight is dissected by the mosquito nets that are supposed to protect your childhood fantasies that can no longer dazzle you, and you can only pitifully only identify with the shadows that the pattern of the net creates and not the magic of light. You're entangled between binaries; hope and pragmatism, irrational optimism and heart wrenching reality, night and day. All you can do to soothe yourself is breathe in and out the veracity of your life but nothing fills in the void that occupies your external space, nothing at all. All you can do is close your eyes and stroke your waist the way they did, and wait for slumber to come creeping in through the spaces that create shadows of the same nets that the moonlight surrenders to and battles with simultaneously."
The Evils of Untouchability Start From Home I've always loved kids and believed that children are the manifestation of God and innocence. But a few weeks ago, an interaction I had a with a four year-old child and her mothereally angered and disturbed me. I was talking to this little angel of a child and we were at a wedding and you're bound to find at lea st 4-5 children hopping around on the dance floor at a typical Indian wedding. I thought it was really cute and watching them have so much fun delighted me. A little while later, I saw this other little girl standing all by herself in the corner. She was really shy and timid and I tried to take her to the place where the other kids were so she could enjoy herself too. As soon as I reached there with her, the cute angel looking 4 year old hit her and said "Nahi, koi isse baat mat karo. Yeh Laxmi ki beti hai, aur yeh kaali aur stinky hai." (Laxmi being her care taker/ domestic help). When I told her moth...
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