The acceptance of who we are is a daunting task. So hung up are we on the flawlessness of existence, that we spend long hours ironing away the wrinkles. The political correctness of living consumes us early on in life. I remember a class-fellow at school whose fastidious devotion to carving out an impeccable life …
No-The Subtle Art of Saying So!
This goes back to the time when I was teaching. I had moved into a new job just around the time of mid-term examinations and was trying to get a hang of things. There was a colleague who was teaching the same subject and classes. Since most of our work was in unison, we were …
A Hundred Quills 