While you chose to worry about a few gray strands in your hair, somewhere in the world a river is slowly graying itself to death : filled with filth from your homes and from our souls;
While you demand for gold and fanfare at your son’s wedding, somewhere in your country, a whole family weeps because they gave birth to a girl.
While you ground your child for not standing first in the class, somewhere in your city, a mother of a child with special needs is moving mountains just to hear her child call her “Amma”;
And while you berate yourself for all the perceived imperfections in your body, somewhere in your soul, a sliver of joy melts away…..
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