Last night I was not feeling well. My emotional calmness was distorted by unusual oscillations prompting innerself to dilute my hope into fluids of distress,pain,despair. It was not a normal fever but tides of burning ashes intensified with a mixture of grief and anger. Next morning ignoring the vague thoughts, I just clinged the bag…

“Racism is when you look at the mirror and apply some fairness cream” 🤪

“बाहर मौसम बहुत सुहाना हो चला था शायद रात भर बारिश हुई थी मगर खुश ना तो हम थे ना वो उनके पास छत नहीं थी वो रात भर भीगते रहे और हमारे बंद कमरे और छत ने मौसम का अहसास ही नहीं होने दिया “

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton