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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 ...

Stripes

Stripes on my skin..
With a lustrous coat..
Like the sunset..
Groping breath behind bushes.
Flattering doesn’t behold me..
Cunning doesn’t uphold me.
Hunger has an unending thirst..
Wild has an unraveling outburst.
Snarling my roar..
Deafening galore.
Claws refuse but dig further..
As I start loving man slaughter.
Where do I sleep..
It gets worse if we weep.
Old bruises hard to heal..
A monster lurking under the veil.
The wind grows cold..
Last night it was he..
Tonight it could be me.
Hidden beyond sacred tunnel..
Is the wrath controlling.
Beaten helpless into pieces..
Until the screech echoes..
Now just ignores vows..
Made to save mankind.
*Dedicated to the man slaughter rising in Pandharkawada.

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