Every time the lights will go on in Park Street on a rainy July evening, I’ll think of you, staggering past, head bowed down, shuffling, so fragile, so human, so unbelievably mine in that split second.
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The wait for the next episode/season begins – Oh, the horror! – It is emotionally exasperating, tiresome and annoying; you can’t hold your horses. In fact, you want to gallop into the future, just to end this irrita...
Now, this issue is more alarming than we like to think. Condescension and judging oneself as the superior has always landed egomaniacs in the wrong walks of life. We often dislike people who have more ego than neces...