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a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

@aasthatiwaris fork found in kitchen. understood

@artcinemas I mean yeah even I adore and go gaga over Gautam Rode and Aham Sharma but will I justify a vile character because they played it? Answer is rather clear — nope, I won't.

@artcinemas Karna fans justify will justify anything and everything to you because the actor who played him is hot and stuff.

The way some Karna fans justify what he did with Draupadi is insane. And I will tell you why. Because first of first, all of those claims that Karna fans use to justify Draupadi's cheerharan (like Draupadi refusing to let Karna be a part of her swayamvar because he is a Suta and the andhe ka putra andha) are fake. They are part of folklore more than credible sources like Geeta Press and BORI CE. Andhe ka putra andha as a dialogue was not said by Draupadi because she wasn't at the maya sabha when this incident happened. As for the swayamvar thing, Karna actually failed to string the bow/lift it (either of those two) — and being a Suta wasn't a bad thing back then. People often confuse Suta for Dalit, which ain't the case. Suta was a part of the varna system (which was later adapted into the unfair caste system) while Dalit's were avarna (people who did not belong to any varna, basically). And Karna's father wasa royal charioteer so those people were paid good, slow down. AND FOR A MOMENT, let us consider that Draupadi said all of that. Does that truly justify Karna suggesting her getting disrobed? It doesn't. And if you think it does, you are probably dealing with something called as misogyny in your heart. Bye :)

People who do not like Frei Malthus concern me.

Daemyra and Helaegon fans fighting will never not be funny like bro that is literally your cousin-
          
          (Meanwhile me as a Snowstorm fan chilling in the background)