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Bond: I have shocked my sister by informing her that I won't allow her to tie a Rakhi on my wrist. I wanted to know if her and my bond could remain the same. Without Rakhi.
Age biasedness: "We have seen more diwalis than you have," hearing this dialogue from his parents (especially dad) makes Rutvik imagine about age biasedness. It is so physically absent. Age biasedness. Mentally completely present. Age biasedness. Gives a right to elder decide for younger. Age biasedness. Gives a license to mould. Age biasedness. Makes one god for the other. Age biasedness.
I am waiting for all those moments to come back to me in a different way. Moments after which I thought, I could have reacted in a different way and that would have been better. I am waiting for all those moments to come to me in a different way. So that I can react and check whether my calculation is correct or not!
Child Labour: My kaamvala has an obsession. He cannot say," No sir! I won't be able to come to your house for Kachra-Pocha today." So whenever he cannot come, he sends his son and daughter. Aged 14 year old and 12 year. Respectively. The son does Kachra. The daughter Pocha. My nephew who is their age equivalent goes to school. They learn how to do Kachra-Pocha. Yes in our country we do have a law that punishes anyone who lets child labour takes place. We and his & her parents should be behind bars. Someone please arrest us.
Love can either be true or not be! Only the one who truly loves, know that the one that fakely loves, thinks that love can be faked, but is wrong in thinking so. Because when love is faked, it isn't love. It maybe attraction. It maybe acting. It maybe anything. But not love.
The last page of my love's notebook has my shirt's fragrance. White coloured shirt. With small blue coloured dots which she made sure I brought with me that day when we were supposed to meet. In our car that we made love to each other, she asked me to step out of it for a while. After a minute or so when she asked me to get in. She wore it. Our kisses. Our smooches. Skin over her hands and neck. The shirt has 'em all. Before going to Kerela, she made sure their love was captured. The non-living shirt still carries their un-dying love. The last page of their love's notebook asks for the shirt to be remembered!
Beauty: Is a girl cleaning her nose in public. Is a guy scratching her pants because his pubic hair demands that. Is hidden in all those things that we don't do in public thinking we shouldn't!
The most emotional moment was, when she told my mum," I was just distracted when I affirmed him for the question," will you marry me?"" She acted," I don't love him anymore." Lovely emotions spoke out on a loud speaker," She is acting temporarily! She still loves you!"
Only a few people know that Nature lives. Nature lives like we, human beings do. Bodily. Lively. Angrily. Passionately. Lovely. Beautifully. Frustratingly. Subtly. Simply. Kindly. Uninterruptingly. Unflinchingly. Wisely.
People die but, no-one knows and can confirm of their re-birth. Their re-birth is pretty much felt. When while remembering them, we act live we are them. We act thinking," what if in this situation, he/she would have been alive?" Would I have reacted in the same manner as I did! We, by our minds make life live even after death.
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