Learning and Unlearning of Dr.Jekyll and Madam Hyde.
She sat before me, eyes expressionless… breathe coming short and rapid. Mouth agape, and she seemed to be gulping air. The eyes were expressionless for labeling intense feeling she felt was opening a putrid can. As for me… I was totally confused I didn’t know what brought this blankness and what the daze. I knew …
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle. The Orjit heard that she had left …
The other day I visited an aromatherapy centre, the healer had a vial of sandalwood oil. The soft warm woody and balsamic fragrance. Yet it is a standalone fragrance. It evokes mixed responses. A pleasant one as it reminds me of two important people in my life, my grandmother and my father. Remember the hitopadesha …
The stories that my grandmother told me I understand, today was the collective experience and learning of my tribe, my community. The story-teller was the keeper of our history and knowledge, they gave us legends to inspire, and they gave us, fools to learn from. They showed us the path to achieve our potential. Whether …
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