How terrible must it all be, if clinging on to a giant airplane, that will rise to 31,000 feet and zip through the air at 800kmph seems like a better choice than staying back? If leaving with nothing in hands, in such desperation as to risk life itself seems like a reasonable thing to do? 'It's okay if I fall off the sky, it's okay if I plummet to my death, but life in my home country is going to be worse than it all.' How can an entire world watch helplessly, as a country and its people fall into hands of terror, hopeless and petrified? Are you so horrible that you will watch from within your warmed rooms and from behind the glass windows when a nation's young girls become like pigs awaiting slaughter in the farm? Are you so powerless, you the big League of Nations, of superpowers colourful flags fluttering outside your magnanimous buildings, making decisions for the world, in the name of averting crisis and maintaining order, are you really anything ? World leaders, doing what is 'best' for their countries, fighting heights of catastrophe successfully day by day, holding themselves responsible only for their 'own' folks in a land left to its doom, abandoned by its own, are you powerless in front of a bunch of fanatics? Are their arms, manpower scary to you? Or is their willingness to go to any extend that stops you from doing the right thing? Do you fear repercussions ? They are going to start showing anyway! Do you fear gunfire ? Surely, you provided them with those, don't you have better, bigger variety ? Are you failing to see it : You created poison, You need to find the antidote.
Outburst of a 26 year old Indian Girl.
‘At the beginning of the decade, a simple dream took its early form in me. Through the ten years, it has staunchly stood by me, becoming the single most important influencer of every decision I have taken. Thus, it rightfully takes the left most position on stage during this Curtain Call.’
“In a nutshell, I had posts coming to me all the time, and once when I was opening my letter box, I commented to Mom who was on the phone, “there are only bills and such in my post box these days.” She noted this carefully too.”
“One thing I couldn’t help but notice about this trip was how each day was better than or as great as the previous. Each new place we visited stole a little bit of our hearts. In its own way.”
(A poem (?) in thirty words.)
Orwell prophesied a future where words would be rationed, "very" 😉 Which classic was written counting words? Words are beautiful, harmless yet powerful, Why curb their flow, why hold them back?
Moonlight pours in through the wooden window,
the night follows the lit path inside, they sit
on my closed eyelids, I sleep, peacefully, there.
Then, I am asleep like a baby, here.
I wrote this one in Malayalam. Typing it out in Malayalam would require me to possess more patience than I could ever hope of having. So I wrote it down, in the good old fashion, and uploaded them here. My handwriting might be terrible to read, my grammar might be that of , an eleven year old. But the thoughts are mine, from last Thursday, and writing them down was a process filled with a very special, pleasant enjoyment and much needed, calming effect.
“But as soon as I grew enough up, to be precise, as soon as I outgrew Enid Blyton, and began to comb through the enormous collection of English literature in the attic, I was face to face with exactly that.”
The place has a magical liveliness from the energy of the people thronging it, which is absolutely positive and joyous.