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Intolerance but for what

Can you prepare medicine by reading on Internet? Can you help something by mere donating money to the cause? Can you run a restaurant by following online recipes?

Internet is an open portal where the knowledge is overflowing. However, no work is being equivalent. I remember Idea Mobile Internet ad where it is encouraged to help a near and dear but also strangers as possible.

Thus, the social conundrum which these celebrities have promoted like an uncontrolled flare is useless affair. 

It is sad they lacked insight, get panicked. Importantly, major stories like of Aarushi are presented as gossip but not epic prints on our century. There is no decorum. There is condition of unacceptability or intolerance. Intolerance is not about ignoring wrong thing happening. It is about having no faith in system, in our leaders, no matter at what speed the news are arriving.

The biases exist for certain because they rhetorically utilize personal law, not religion, not politics. They are unable to moderate their views given the present circumstances. India is a secular and inclusive country. Every person finds a voice here but the person should know what to speak about. 

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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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Cold winds with those dark clouds
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from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

Again the Sky

First published on Literary journal.

Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

Moon and stars

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a star out of canvas
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here with truth


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and angles in and out 
can't locate more

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at moon hedge
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