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Plumerias cultivate from trees instead of flowers grown from plant seed, these pretty heads extend from the ends of branches in shades of white, pink, yellow and orange. White Plumerias, aka Firangipani, have a beautiful yellowish-orange tint inside. I have a special love for these flowers, for me they symbolise power - higher up on trees, beauty - for all the shades they adapt and most importantly they are this tiny lil things - like me. #plumeria #plumerias #plumeriaflower #plumeriadaily #plumerialovers #plumerians (at Plumeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHQEc0xFbbp/?igshid=f7wba7sc3bpd

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You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light. Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake And then I realised, that window I talked about was a person. That person became you. Over time I realised, I was wrong. The window I saw was never that placid. It was flashy, like the others, sometimes bleary - like the all of us. That window was so many things, it took me years, but now I know. The window is beautiful, it has shades, and as the sun changes its direction, or after moon takes over its planes, it changes and evolves, becomes magnificent, a little flawed. You have the nicest window, you know? And a whole world stares at me everytime I stare out the panes, it's magic, one that none of the other's can even compete. - Anuradha Mishra. (at The Window...) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGXg-2hFmX6/?igshid=15c804x50feke

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If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there. - Lewis Carroll So what are waiting for? Wondering which way to drive next. Steer the wheel, the road is taking you, you are driving me and I am your willing passenger. There are all sorts of vehicles around us like each one of them an individual. Some are speeding fast, some are going slow and look by on the left side, that one, halted by the malfunction of an other bumpy road.

Do you see? We all are moving forward. Determined by the driver’s ability to go. Every other thing happening is a situation, so don’t worry, keep going with the flow. Steer the wheel dear, the road is taking you, you are driving me and I am your willing passenger. Cuz when you tire, I will take to the road, you are welcome to be my passenger then, let’s Go. (at Road to Nowhere)

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*Caption is in those Sliding Pictures* (at The Garden of Eden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGCtnPMFyrb/?igshid=2pln4x6j23kp

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The Cost Of Being A Woman: No Land For Dignity

The Cost Of Being A Woman: No Land For Dignity

Anuradha Mishra

Welcome to the national convention of Misogynists.

It wasn’t long that people were having fun sharing memes on Bengali girls doing black magic on their partners. Or women, in general, exploiting their charms to achieve success. They still do.

Our society inherently believes that women are villains when put into the roles of ‘Bahus’, ‘Sasu’s’, girlfriends, and jealous…

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Dove and The Mockingbird Can't Be Friends. 'What's that? You want to follow along my ways? Dove, it's dark ahead, too misty for you to flap your wings. I don't know where I am trudging and you won't know where you took flight. In this seemingly unknown path, we surely can't be travel buddies.' "But.. but.. You are going to be Alone! I can't bear that my dear Mockingbird. You irk others in strange ways....., and imagine, Oh My! The possibilities of a twisted stranger coming your way." "No, it's decided we move along, take me with you, I'll steer ahead with my farsightedness, you can secure the present with your perceptive ways." . A moment or two passes, silence only disrupted by Dove's anticipating breath. The Mockingbird is quite herself, talks less with words, more in stares. Sweet Dove is frazzled, but won't let it show. No matter how hard her friend is, she's determined to follow. . The Mockingbird ponders over the words just said. Eye rolls, sighs and scoffs, She turns ahead only to continue on her way. Seven flaps ahead, she stops, tilts her head sideways - a millisecond of gesture, an reluctant acceptance and then there she goes again! Dove waits for a heartbeat, grins taking off, cautious not to over take, Lord she knows, The Mockingbird is a proud loner who loves to fly ahead. They steer, 'apart but together' within their respective grace. One is brooding in open display, other chirps merrily through the winds, happy to stay. (at Dhenkanal, Odisha) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE1mKl6lawf/?igshid=sc353j8ld3rd

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The Portrait of a Lady. Happy, childlike, sentient. She spoke to me in a tongue I couldn’t understand, yet I knew. The language failed us, but expressions didn’t. I smiled, she smiled. I indicated towards the camera asking for a picture, she tilted her head and grinned. A toothless smile, wide and shining admired the feel of this strange unspeakable interaction, reflected through a pair of crinkly wrinkly eyes. I don’t know who she is, she’ll never know who I am. All I have is this picture of love that she wouldn’t remember. No bond was made and no contact shared. I still got her granny love and she gained a respect from an unknown girl. No story, no backstory, with only a happy smile - This is the portrait of a lady, seemingly untold. - Dhenkanal, India

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Bird of the herms is my name, Eating my wings to make me tame..