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Raw music feels different—like truth without filters. Like words without metaphor. Like silence without a scream. Like love without longing. Like understanding without uttering a word.

Road was good.

I just want to go for a run but I can't 😔 it's been raining for 2 days. Someone asked me, "Why do you run?" I said, "It will prepare me to run from laws and contempt of court." But he said, "What about the roads!?" 😭 *Just me and my thoughts*

And if we still think we’re going to compete with the Chinese, then sorry to say — war is not only fought on the battlefield.🙂

Umm maybe a reality check or maybe a rant. I’m not an analyst nor a well-read PhD scholar and a joUrAnlisT (a Ghosh!!) not at all, but a citizen of India, a citizen who aspires to do something for the country. So here we are— Sometimes I wonder what we are building for our future—and for our present too! Infrastructure is like a piece of shit, which collapses just like leaves from a tree. The drainage system is worse than those in Laos, but we’re still proud to be a part of the Harappan Civilization. I hope they aren’t watching us, wherever they are! Then comes the language! I read about the divide and rule policy, but I never thought I would get the real-life examples—thanks to politicians. And our citizens too! We need everything free—free railway, free health services and what not. But when it comes to responsibilities, nah man, we don’t know what those are. If you ever get time, then visit public places like government hospitals, schools, railway stations (not all)—you’ll get what I’m talking about right now. Their toilets are a piece of shit, especially for women; no hygiene, nothing at all. But here’s the catch—if you have money, then things are different. Like, if you travel in first-class trains (AC coaches or Vande Bharat), you’ll see the difference. Same people react differently. The services and cleanliness—it all seems like living in a parallel world. Then come the two main pillars of any country: Police and judiciary—and pardon me for saying this, but they are the most corrupt institutions India has ever had. Way back from the British period to this day—they’re still in a hangover mood. And now reels—constables become cops, cops become DSPs, and IPS/IAS officers consider themselves as kings... until the real kings arrive (politicians). But the real kings (common citizens) always live in fear. But who cares, man? We are uncivilized, have no basic civic sense, and those who do—either fly away to other countries or end up having quarrels with the rest. And just pay attention—we call Earth as mother, river as mother, cow as mother—and just see their conditions. Period.

Maybe not all, but some of you will find it helpful at some point.

This is a profound little novella. The writing and narration is beautiful. It's a story set in Ireland in 1985 around Christmas time. Bill Furlong is a hard working husband and father of five children. One day just before Christmas he is delivering coal around his sleepy village in Ireland when he encounters a girl in a shed on the compound of the local convent. She's cold and dirty and he discovers she has just given birth. He prepares to bring her to the Mother Superior for help. As he leaves the girl there he feels something is not right. He begins to think back to his childhood and how he was raised by an unwed mother. Now Furlong wrestles with his conscience and doing the right thing even if it goes against the beloved Catholic Church.(Goodreads)

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