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Don’t talk culture to me when you don’t have the emotional quotient that goes with it. When people speak about culture, they often point to traditions, religion, heritage, or social identity. But to me, culture is something far deeper than rituals or backgrounds. Culture is the act of showing up. It is the willingness to be present when no one else is there — when trauma is difficult to process, when loss creates an endless vacuum, when grief has the capacity to swallow the life out of someone. Culture reveals itself in the moments when life is at its most fragile. After death. After accidents. At funerals. During interventions. During rehabilitation. After emotional breakdowns. After panic attacks. After meltdowns. In such moments, human beings do not need lectures or explanations. They need presence. Souls need connection to face the unknown. Yet often people confuse culture with very different things. They measure culture by professional achievements, by the titles they hold ...

Innocent Thoughts About First Love

Every Thought has its significance , I wrote them when i really felt like , sometimes it is really difficult to say or do things what you feel like .many of you will agree with me ....so trust me just pen it down ......You will feel good ....
Its our innocent thoughts which makes our life
worth living ......This thought , came into my mind when i was in class 4 . Since childhood always wanted a puppy to pamper and play with , my mom hated it .Once i and my friend were returning from my singing classes , and our eyes fell on this cute little pup who was trying to cross the road and was not able to .I remember picking it up and getting it home .My mom yelled at me as usual and told me to put it back from were i got it . That made me sad and helpless . I and my grand ma gave it warm milk and then as per my mom's orders i had to leave it .But after one year mom fulfilled my wish and got me a puppy from Delhi " , now she is no more with me but i spent 12 long exciting years with her . I love you ma ..for getting me such a great companion which i will treasure life long .So here is the poem Guys... enjoy it.....


Love Exists


On 14th Feb walking down the lane , My eyes fell on a puppy in great pain . I took it in my arms and held it up .....,

It was lovely as a buttercup . 
Its Eyes were small , expressive ....
looking at me it became a little aggressive .
I ...respected its behavior , laid it down ,
but then it gave me a cute frown
It had free zed due to cold ..., but it looked rather bold .


 Putting it into my basket .....,

my precious treasure in a casket .

D rived slowly home , praying to God ...
why Your creations suffer my Lord !!!

Took it quietly to my room , gave it warm milk , it looked like a bud ready to bloom . All day long , looking at it i smiled ..., How much i loved and admired !!!!!


Suddenly opened its eyes , gave me a heart touching look ...


Love Exists  , I knew then other than in books .


Then those eyes closed , thought it had over dozed ,
but didn't open again, i shouted..... cried.... but in vain.


I Couldn't believe that my love was lost ..
Wanted it back at any cost .......But suddenly I Realized

True love makes you cry the most














Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey Jenney, Nice poem... I never knew that you had such talents in you... good!
Hope to see more such blogs soon...
:)
SiddeffectS said…
yeah true love makes you cry, when u lose a friend and not the love for him.....!!!Keep updating
nash265 said…
Gud work...Keep it comin sis....

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