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Friendly Addiction - Culture Is Not Tradition — It Means Showing Up

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 ...

Brother

When this thought about my brother , Joy came into my mind, he was leaving to seek his future in Mumbai as he got his first job there .I was very happy for him but at the same time felt a sense of loss as i will be missing him terribly . One of the most confusing relationship in this world is a brother and sister relationship , they fight all day , they beat each other , but they are each other 's most powerful strength . when he was leaving on 6th Feb 2004 , i realized what i was really going to miss in my life I love you a lot bro and no matter how much we fight you will be the best brother in the whole world .Here goes one of my pleasant innocent thought .....


Where Are You ?
(Some Precious Moments With Bro........)




Brother Where are you ?
I Miss you a lot ,

Remember the time we fought ,
and after a while we smiled and forgot .
Remember the time we were caught ,
and the moralities we were taught .
Remember the time mom cried ,
you hugging her tight ,confessing that you lied .
Remember the time you swallowed your chocolate ,
and then staring at mine , kindness has to be my fate.
The time beating each other for fun,
and standing for each other as a backbone.
The exam times , the vacation times , the college times every time was together ,
for which we used to love or hate each other .
Where are those times ? , have they lost their pace ??????
or have vanished in this long race ,

 If you ever happen to look back  .....

Brother , I am right behind you on the same track........





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