Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Writing Right Retreat
Noololyako chenni, noololyako the base voice of the singer was crooning. Asking his glamorous lady love, why doesn’t she spin? “ratiyillelo jaana ”she replies, that she needs a spinners wheel…the dialogue goes on in the nasal twang of the folk singers. Once upon a time these singers would never enter Durbar-e-khaas. But the song is…
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Flour, Bread and not Cakes
Hunger is not an abstract statistic. It is a visceral, gnawing rage. When you starve people long enough, they stop asking and bring the torches.
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It’s My Party
Life is not an entrance exam to clear; it’s an imperfect, loud party where tears, laughter, and cracked edges are all toasted on our own terms.
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Runs in your Genes.
Your conscious mind thinks it is making modern choices, while your body is simply ducking bullets fired eighty years ago by ancestors you barely remember.
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