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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 ...

Drops Of Innocence


Tears rolled down.. sitting on that bench , all drenched .
drowning already with water all over my face.
Closed my eyes to feel supple fingers comforting my forehead,
Caught up in dreams cause never made any attempt to be dead.


People staring at me as they passed,looks deep diving inside me,
waking up,I try to find some napkins which can make me clean,
But couldn't help the rain just gushing into me..
and drops just pouring out like a heavy downpour which was difficult to cease.


"My child you want some hot chocolate"..a voice inside me whispered softly,
It was her.... whose fingers I felt earlier ,
she was talking to me now ...how I love going back to her..
only to realize that there was no going back.
Ahhh !!!!..why doesn't it stop raining ?


Moments after.. couldn't help getting that hot chocolate,
every sip had a drop to trickle just to save my hot drink from..
warmness beneath and melancholy had forced my eyes go dimmer,
fluffy hands seizing me into their enchantment,
slowly loosing out on my lament....






















































Comments

Sourav said…
Nice Thoughts and well articulated.
Keep it up and publish your collections soon :)
Sourav said…
Nice Thoughts and well articulated.
Keep it up and publish your collections soon :)

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