The mother tongue is the inner most sanctuary of the soul. – Gustav Stresemann
Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. In return nothing is asked from us but to be spoken out loud with pride.
Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?
Losing someone is the hardest thing someone can go through. Even if we know they are long gone, their memories always stay with us and the hole they leave behind is impossible to fill. I recently lost my grandmother and I dealt with it the only way I knew, by writing. I wrote a letter to death, with all my complaints, deep sadness and a hope that she is in a better place.