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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 ...

I Like

Sometimes I Like.......

Sometimes i like hiding from myself ,
sitting  in my closet where the world can't reach me .
Standing underneath the shower all drenched ,with closed eyes ,
without any thought pinching me .
Where i can see only me....

Sometimes i like the poignant shore ,
my feet in the sand going deeper,as i feel the waves .
The celestial waves which come rushing upto you ,
as wants in our lives when fulfilled , never cease to want more.
Where i can see how greedy i am....

Sometimes i like the hush sky,
my eyes often catch the glimpse of the bustling clouds,
they  blend onto each other  to form a whopping one.
As our hopes crowding us gradually  rises to a lot of expectations.
Where i can see my hopes piling up....


Sometimes i like the little birds chirping on my window,
gazing at them makes my heart filled with joy ,
hopping together in the cherry tree,
slicing food with tiny beaks among their fellow mates,
as often do we forget to share and spare time for our friends who meant a lot for us one day,
Where i can see the friends i missed out....

Sometimes i like the rains,
the downpour which makes the splashing tip tap noise ,
which shuts all other sounds rambling within ourselves,
what remains is the silence and calmness of the water while it touches the earth,
the sight of  blooming flowers twittering with their smiling flair,
Where i can smell the simplicity and innocence of the inner me.......










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