ME....SIMPLIFIED

Independence in truest sense is a feeling, is an atmosphere that one achieves when there is freedom from all the inhibitions that bind us. The clouds roar through the sunny troposphere declaring their independence from always showing their Caucasian appearance, even they breathe out the personified frustrations by greying. The birds fly through the sky independent of all the earthly bound fears, in a territory where no one can reach them, they feel free. The water unleashes its power on the land during a torrential storm proclaiming independence of exploration. A human fights through all the adversities and achieves the independence of owning something /someone. Well its quite iridescent how emotions add to the fuel. Every urge of being independent, every urge of fighting for independence is instigated by emotional upheavals. If there was no anger, no love, no pride, no happiness there wouldn't have been a single war, there wouldn't have been the birth of numerous senses li

The city of Kolkata which is getting painted in blue as often as once in every fortnight to maybe camouflage how  womanhood is getting devoid of admiring the natural sky color in their lives and portraying a “dented and painted” picture of the more inclusive black emulsion in the novel azure. Noted as one of the safest cities around the world which mainly concerned food lovers, poetry devotee and folklore who would indignantly accept change but still never raise a finger has sadly become a sadistic landscape. I ,as a woman ,loved this aristocratic conurbation where I could deck myself in any fashion and people wouldn’t care, maybe they would talk behind my back, ogle me but now I am scared. I loved the times when traveling via public transit was an uninhibited matter even at late nights when guardians wouldn’t worry about their wards taking a 9’0 clock bus back home but now I am scared. I am scared to walk in crowded lanes, I am scared to walk through empty streets, now I am eve