" Apophrenia " _ a feeling where your memory lie by ignoring time . Or maybe a glitch in the time , a mere dejavu .
Being a writer is an impulse , not a planned event . It's a feeling where we somehow stuck and made it our permanent home. Untangling twisted knotted realities is what we do the best.
We have been wadding up words like proteins and stardust like syrups - a spicing so improper . We are the sets of thoughts tangled in similes and metaphors . Time's arrow is the best metaphor for those meta-gnostic moments .
Being a writer - we are made up of words and we let ourselves break into what we are made up of. Atom after atom we emit love and these love emissions barely cease. When we draw and colour , It can be plain white layers of snow or can be a good yellow maple tree .
@writersnetwork@readwriteunite@mirakee@mirakeeworld@willow923 "Beauty provokes harassment", the law says; but it looks through men's eyes when deciding what provokes it, then let it be a small 5 year old or even few months old. No one causes rape, but rapists!! A tale of sisterhood, a tale of suffering, a tale of brutal truth, beautifully framed by Priyanka Banerjee, not only does it showcase that, the universe of women who have been raped looks identical to the universe of women not been raped, but also it states that they could be mothers, teens or even sex workers. They could live in mansions or in flophouses. They could be homeless or may be suffering from schizophrenia. They could be black or white or Asian. Diffrent religions, diffrent age groups. They could be passed out drunk or completely sober. And they could react to the crime in all kinds of ways. They could be hysterical or withdrawn.. And their rapists need not necessarily be some unknown strangers, but devils living within their own shelters! I am not sure if we are numbed to the reality of rape that's just been shown in this beautiful heartwarming yet devastating piece. But, in the words of Luis Buñuel, from "My Last Sigh", "Sometimes, watching a rape movie is a bit like being raped." It's true! It definately feels so. This part the society needs to understand that these equations can implode, constricting our whole life, until one day we are sitting in a locked steel box breathing through an airhole with a straw and wondering, 'Now? Now am I safe?