Forwarded from Hey soul sister~
This is my Roman Empire because it's not just literature but factually every field in this country.
Bare minimum bhi humare liye maximum effort job hai because that's what we've been taught all our lives. And God forbid you try/want to do something new. Idk why in a field and in an age where you're supposed to experiment, we're all forced to conform and limit ourselves
Bare minimum bhi humare liye maximum effort job hai because that's what we've been taught all our lives. And God forbid you try/want to do something new. Idk why in a field and in an age where you're supposed to experiment, we're all forced to conform and limit ourselves
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tell me, shakuntala, how did it feel to be forgotten, your love erased as if it never existed? did the river and trees remember what he could not?
tell me, gandhari, how heavy was the blindfold on your soul? was it devotion or surrender? did each arrow that struck your sons tear through your silence?
tell me, mandodari, was the golden city your cage or your home? did your wisdom scream against his lust, or did silence become your refuge?
tell me, ahalya, did the stone cradle or imprison you? was your freedom liberation or exile within your own skin?
tell me, kunti, was motherhood a chain or a crown? did the weight of your secrets burn your heart as fiercely as the sun blessed your womb?
tell me, meera, did your devotion protect you from death? did the anklets on your feet ring louder than the mockery of men?
tell me, sati, was the fire your choice, or did the world push you into it? did you close your eyes and let it consume you whole?
tell me, parvati, when you became kali, did the world tremble at your rage or your freedom? did you taste power and wonder why it was kept from you?
tell me, urmila, did your waiting strip you bare or make you stronger, until all you had left was your shadow?
tell me, all of you, what is this world of men you walked through? did they write your names into stories to bind you tighter? or was it you who chose to endure, to remain?
tell me, gandhari, how heavy was the blindfold on your soul? was it devotion or surrender? did each arrow that struck your sons tear through your silence?
tell me, mandodari, was the golden city your cage or your home? did your wisdom scream against his lust, or did silence become your refuge?
tell me, ahalya, did the stone cradle or imprison you? was your freedom liberation or exile within your own skin?
tell me, kunti, was motherhood a chain or a crown? did the weight of your secrets burn your heart as fiercely as the sun blessed your womb?
tell me, meera, did your devotion protect you from death? did the anklets on your feet ring louder than the mockery of men?
tell me, sati, was the fire your choice, or did the world push you into it? did you close your eyes and let it consume you whole?
tell me, parvati, when you became kali, did the world tremble at your rage or your freedom? did you taste power and wonder why it was kept from you?
tell me, urmila, did your waiting strip you bare or make you stronger, until all you had left was your shadow?
tell me, all of you, what is this world of men you walked through? did they write your names into stories to bind you tighter? or was it you who chose to endure, to remain?
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even though i say diabolical shit, my heart isn't diabolical at all. i wish it was though. i wish i was so so so evil. i feel stupid.
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and then you ask me why i hate rain
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