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@thepurpledoe One of my profs in Germany was discussing the assignment schedules and said 'if I upload on Thursday, you'll have to submit before the lecture on Tuesday. That won't work because you only get Fri and Mon to work". Not expecting work on the weekend is baffling to me as an indian
There is no single linear, assured path to be a good person. No matter how sincerely and diligently you try, you can’t make everyone proud. Regardless of how good you are, you will be a villain in someone’s story. It doesn’t matter what your intent is; you will disappoint people.
It's Women's Day today, and what better day than this to pick up books written by women who will make you feel seen, heard, and understood through their words?
Reading Deborah Levy's Living Autobiography series and Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan series made me realise...
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream.
I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.
And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honesty of your intellect bring you to a halt. You indulge in no mystifications.