Every once in a while, in our lives, we ask ourselves or the world at large or no one in particular - WHY?
I know I have asked myself this question so many times. Some notable examples (likely) would be....the day I first got laughed at in school, the day I realized I had to wear spectacles for the rest of my life, the day I learnt it's not OK to look at pretty teachers in the classroom for too long, the day I learnt that I have to study Hindi & Chemistry till I am 18, they day I learnt that there are people out there who eat only vegetables and so on and so forth. The sense of disbelief and outrage mounted each time, the wounds healed with time....some left scars.
And now my that beloved state is getting renamed (or translated) into Poschimbongo, I find myself asking this all important question once again. The debate rages on in Facebook (I must quit that thing) and otherwise.
This one will leave a scar.
I know I have asked myself this question so many times. Some notable examples (likely) would be....the day I first got laughed at in school, the day I realized I had to wear spectacles for the rest of my life, the day I learnt it's not OK to look at pretty teachers in the classroom for too long, the day I learnt that I have to study Hindi & Chemistry till I am 18, they day I learnt that there are people out there who eat only vegetables and so on and so forth. The sense of disbelief and outrage mounted each time, the wounds healed with time....some left scars.
And now my that beloved state is getting renamed (or translated) into Poschimbongo, I find myself asking this all important question once again. The debate rages on in Facebook (I must quit that thing) and otherwise.
This one will leave a scar.
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