Every time a child dies, so does a mother. A mother dies when her child is sacrificed on the national borders, on the alter of 'holy' crusades, on instances of feticide. She dies when she has to abandon the life inside her, because no one will stand by her motherhood. And yet, we cry for wars, killing for honor - we choose feticide over gender. We choose mundaneness and superficial security, social status over love.

Every time a child dies, so does a mother. A mother dies when her child is sacrificed on the national borders, on the alter of 'holy' crusades, on instances of feticide. She dies when she has to abandon the life inside her, because no one will stand by her motherhood. And yet, we cry for wars, killing for honor - we choose feticide over gender. We choose mundaneness and superficial security, social status over love.

Badass Bakwaas

Death of a Mother

A fling amidst the freaky football season

A fling amidst the freaky football season

Copa-Euro and a stranger

My encounter with another weird sample of the human species

My encounter with another weird sample of the human species 

Dhak Dhak

Harry.Frenemy. Tending towards the latter.

Harry.Frenemy. Tending towards the latter.

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Badass Bakwaas

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