click Dear Unconditional Lover, I understand how it feels to love unconditionally, without any complaints and demands in return. I know what it feels like to love but not feeling loved in return. You feel butterflies when you hold his hand, he’s your world but you don’t see the same at times. So, let me tell you something here.
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Why do people like watching India-Pakistan match? Is it because of the sportsman spirit in them or is it because they want to let the other country down?
A writer’s journey is eternal, it’s endless and reaches no destined shores. She has to move on from one land to another (in terms of writing). From writing fiction to biographies or stories to satires, a writer lives on forever in disguise of her work, through her creations presented as a gift to the society. No matter whether a writer portrays negative values or positive convictions, she will always be admired and resented simultaneously for her work.
Why are they left behind? Why do we ‘want’ them to be inferior to us? Is it because they couldn’t acquire higher studies or is it because they cannot speak English? What is it about them that we entitle their ‘category’ as ‘bhaiya’?
No matter how well off a person is or have many apparent headcounts by side, there certainly comes a point in time, wherein an individual feels emotionally bankrupt. Regardless of the baggage full of love that one have had accumulated from dear ones, suddenly the world seems to have gone upside down and then the words mean nothing, when actions involuntarily contradict.
It has been 68 years since India won its Independence and we proudly claim our nation to be a “democratic country.” Don’t we?
I’m reverting this as a letter or a blog to respect a girl I’ve met and inspire my way to my aspiring writing career. For her, writing is the Inner Music that Words Make. And believe me, I hear this music, every single day. This is the music I want to hum all my life and learn new notes each time I hear her write!