There's a fine line between empathizing for innocent humans who become collateral damage on any side of the border and supporting Pakistan over your own country, valuing the human life loss across the border while ignoring our own countrymen dying, expecting the Indian army to stay quite as Pakistan blatantly attacks civilians in India. Don't cross that line.
the bittersweet feeling of seeing people coming of age enjoying and having a time of their lives at a "dandiya/garba" night—
but the ick in you just can't help but critique the sheer lack of dilution of mesmerizing dances like dandiya and garba into yet another teenage fanatic disc jockey and a generic norm of generation z cohort.
garba has become a glamorous night out with friends rather than a genuine, traditional festival, and everyone merely wants to relish it for the sake of getting validated based on the trends on social media.
the community feeling, amiable get-togethers to practice garba, performing crooked steps, and dancing to rejuvenate and learn rather than to fit in–it's all in the past.
little miss "communication is the key" but bottle up her feelings because she thinks she's annoying and her feelings aren't valid
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Keep going Men! Keep radicalizing women and girls! The consequences will definitely work in your favor, good job!
For all the work radical feminists do, men are doing it now for us times 100 🥰
Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.
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'Stand up for yourself' girl I have low iron. i see a parallel universe when i stand up.
I think hugging Krishna would be like coming home. He'd be the perfect height and you could hide your face in his chest and he'll pet your hair and give you a tight hug and you'd sigh in contentment. It would feel like listening to a song and remembering that it's been your favourite all these years and you may have forgotten it for a while but you remember every harmony, every melody, every note, every lyric, every pause. Like a blanket in winter.