Inter Caetera to Dharma
Thoughts when stepped into the Vatican.
Where Inter Caetera once spoke for the world.
I come from memory.
On my mother's side, a lineage of a royal priest.
On my father's side, stories carried in silence.
Of limbs taken. Of lives broken.
Not written. But remembered.
My grandfathers left home as boys.
Not for dreams, but for survival.
Famine or migration. That was the choice.
And somewhere in this inheritance, I exist.
Gay. Not against dharma. Not against prakriti.
Yet, I find myself explaining it to my own people.
Strange, isn't it? What is forgotten often hurts more than what was done.
Dharma is not forgetting but not letting Krodha (anger) burn you rather finding balance and peace












