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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 ...

Dressed Up

I dressed up
For a party..
That I won't be going
I messed
The make up
For a party
That I won't be going
I troubled myself
To get ready
But who am I kidding
I fumbled through the drawer
To pick the right color shade
But there's something lacking
I fixed my hair
Like a messy bun
But I couldn't find the hairpins
Why can't I just put on my slippers
For the party..
But everyone will be looking
I can't tell my best friend
That I had a fight earlier
She will tell her friend and I don't know
Who else does her friend talks to
I keep walking in my underwear
But now that I am thinking
I shouldn't overdo
If I want to cry should keep crying
I remembered that I promise to come
For the party..
That I won't be going
Why did I do so
Why couldn't anyone ask me not to do that
Just then my phone had a picture of my friend
She looked drop dead gorgeous
While I looked at the mirror
And seem unconscious
Where did the magic go
I know I can wash off and change
But I went to sleep instead
I called her up
And lied my reasons
For the party
That I won't be going
I came up with three
I blurted them out as they were free
On the other end 
I could sense pity
But I didn't call to sound witty
The lights went dimmer
I wished I looked slimmer
I will eat lesser from tomorrow
I covered up
closed my eyes as
I found myself dressed up
In red
Looking absolutely lean and well fed
Although my wings
Tossed me in circles
I was lost and found with star twinkles
Until my magic unwrapped 
Me asleep deep in a blanket 
Filled with wrinkles..
The dream wasn't bad
So I let it go on with chuckles
At least I had a party
Where I was glad I had dressed up
Even though I hexed up
I wasn't obsessed
To nuances
That leads to obscurity..
*pic courtesy : Pinterest
https://www.tumblr.com/littleg/6632689601/girl-in-the-red-dress-by-noemi-manalang


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