'Four year olds whose parents
Sometimes, unaccountably
Look at them
Then, look away and tear up'
Sunder and Sonati writes for @livewire
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"From Abba to Baba
It’s a journey from sanity to insanity
From Indian to trying hard to be Indian. "
Read @moumitaalam31 's poem for @livewire
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It adeptly, and possibly inadvertently, weaves all these themes into a complex whole about what it means to be an Indian.
@kachamangobite writes.
You are wiping me off
With a bloodstained sleeve,
Like I never was, like I never will be.
Can you stop for once?
Read Zainab Fatma's poem for @livewire
Illustration by @PariplabV
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In a country where many times people are ready to kill in order to save ‘honour’ after discovering one’s (non-hetero) sexuality, caste or religion – the space of queer friendship seems like a relief.
@Aishwarya_avrj writes.
Illustration by @PariplabV
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The JNU scholar will be remembered as much for his monumental contribution to the world of knowledge, as for leaving behind several students in his discipline, who will carry on the tradition of intensive research.
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The ceaseless battle with uncertain thoughts, entangled in undecipherable fear, has led me to a resolute decision: to immerse myself in reading.
Neetika writes for @livewire
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The Gita Press was and is waging a battle in sharp contrast to what Gandhi was trying to do with respect to Hinduism in modern-day India. | @seemay https://t.co/zIHsvTockE
''What use are words if they cannot serve what nothing does?
What use are words if they too don’t reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?''
Read Subham Basak's ( @SubhamB_Rick ) poem for @livewire
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''What use are words if they cannot serve what nothing does?
What use are words if they too don’t reach hearts in the hinterlands, forests and fields?''
Read Subham Basak's ( @SubhamB_Rick ) poem for @livewire
https://t.co/kbtI6EqKHB
'Everything I laboured for left me broken.
They buried sweet summer
under piles of paper.
Semesters roll without vacation.'
@JhilamChattaraj writes.
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Since you have metamorphosed into
resistance and
I have become a voice.
Don’t we know a bit of Sun
can even metamorphose water into torrential rain?
Writes @moumitaalam31.
https://t.co/8GswqGRvrv