When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.
you know how much the rescue workers are paid? the ones going into precarious situations and helping people? 30k to 50k rupees, if they’re lucky, with allowances. whereas, a provincial minister gets 960,000/month. one puts his life on the line for society. the other eats society.