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Men walking on dark street Shulamith Hareven (1930-2003), "Nationalism reinforced by fundamentalist religion equals conflict. In this region, we are drugged on man-made drama; on a perpetual high of violent politics. It will take more than a few men signing a paper to make people realize the strength of the ordinary; to feel ©KhaultiSyahi #Emotional #political #politicians #India #voting #Voters #Vote 🗳️ #think #Carefully #nexttime 🩳Fucksociety 🩳

Men walking on dark street Shulamith Hareven (1930-2003), "Nationalism reinforced by fundamentalist religion equals conflict. In this region, we are drugged on man-made drama; on a perpetual high of violent politics. It will take more than a few men signing a paper to make people realize the strength of the ordinary; to feel ©KhaultiSyahi #Emotional #political #politicians #India #voting #Voters #Vote 🗳️ #think #Carefully #nexttime 🩳Fucksociety 🩳

Shweta Gupta

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Because I know you won't be able to come on time either! We will be on time, next time. #late #friendship #knowyou #conversation on behalf of someone who's #alwayslate #nexttime #quoteliners #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Because I know you won't be able to come on time either! We will be on time, next time. #late #friendship #knowyou #conversation on behalf of someone who's #alwayslate #nexttime #quoteliners #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Sanjana Kumar

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I'll tell you of the amusing shapes I've learnt to spot in the careless cobwebs. I'll tell you a tale of the two sparrows who distract me each day, trying to grasp the iron railings, failing, trying again. //full poem in caption// Separate ways, cherry wine. Almost as if, the sins we worship were separate too. Fairy lights, bitter Bourbon. This time, the cherry

I'll tell you of the amusing shapes I've learnt to spot in the careless cobwebs. I'll tell you a tale of the two sparrows who distract me each day, trying to grasp the iron railings, failing, trying again. //full poem in caption// Separate ways, cherry wine. Almost as if, the sins we worship were separate too. Fairy lights, bitter Bourbon. This time, the cherry