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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 ...

Winter


Frost Bells At My Doorstep...


Dew drops call me out as they peep through my window.. The trees cherish the classy look as the autumn leaves flutter,
The elves uneasy with the freezing outburst
as the frost fairy winks with a twinkle in her eye..
making them all the more shy.


 Sun dares to fetch some room through my porch,

as a wedding ballroom with glistening silver adorns.
Glassy alter with luscious green carpet,
Frost fairy seems excited about the divine trumpet.
Not realizing the tear drops all over her wedding dress,
 it was the sun if only I could guess.


Mr.Squi goes hither and thither gathering bites,

as he realizes the advent of colder nights..
The winter birds chirp their songs comforting him,
While the bugs march to their hideouts, 
convincing Mr.Squi to engage the warblers .

Just when the ducks fumble their way through a freezing lake..
Mr.Squi mumbles "we got the wedding cake...."


I rush in and put on my smiling coat ,
as the chilly wind tickled me, I sneeze out laughter,
A freezing whisper of winter surged through my ear.
The blessings had begun as a soothing musical breeze,
when he kisses the bride gazing at them as they freeze. 



















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