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If Your Friendships Make You Overthink, Read This

In this heartfelt excerpt from How to Stop Overthinking Forever, Rithvik Singh reflects on his own journey of friendship, heartbreak, and self-worth — and shares a reminder we all need: you deserve people who truly value you.

 

 

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How To Stop Overthinking Forever || Rithvik Singh

 

 

Back in fifth grade, a day before Friendship Day, I remember my mother asking me how many bands I needed but I didn’t have an answer. She got me five bands regardless, but I only had one friend. The next day, I wore four of the bands to school so that everyone thought I had many friends and saved one for the only friend I knew I could give the band to. But when I offered him the friendship band with a smile on my face, he didn’t smile back. I realized he didn’t have a friendship band for me. ‘

 

I’m sorry, I only brought bands for my close friends. Let me see if I have an extra one,’ he said. I still remember his landline number; we went in the same school bus together and talked all day long, but he still didn’t consider me a friend. It shattered my heart. In the seventh grade, I made a friend who told me that while we could be friends, we could never be best friends, because he already had one. I thought we were best friends. When I switched schools in the eighth grade because my mother was transferred to another city, I thought to myself, this is the fresh start you were looking for. You’ll find friends here. I yearned for friendship with all my heart, but I just couldn’t make friends. Although I loved the school and the teachers, and talked to a lot of my classmates, I couldn’t find anyone I could truly consider a friend. In the eleventh standard, I switched schools again, because yet again, my mother had been transferred to another city.

 

This time, I went in with no expectations. But from the very first day, I realized people were warmer and nicer to me. I was still the same person who couldn’t make friends, but in that school, people were genuinely interested in talking to me. My best friend from the same school recently travelled for over 400 kilometres to surprise me at my book signing. Another friend of mine sends me presents every birthday, even though she lives in another country. Another one gives me a handwritten letter every time we meet. I now have friends who check in on me regularly, genuinely care about my success, want me to grow in life and love me wholeheartedly.

 

The point is, sometimes you cannot find the people who understand your heart, not because you’re the problem, but because you’re not surrounded by people who are like you. I kept wondering if I was boring or annoying or unworthy of being loved until I found people who made me feel loved without me having to ask them for it. It took me a long time, but I eventually found genuine friends whose sense of humour, mindset and hearts matched me. I conducted a poll online asking people if they believe their friends secretly dislike them. The results were shocking. Out of the 4811 participants, 3827 (79.5 per cent) believed their friends secretly disliked them. Only 984 (20.5 per cent) participants said ‘no’.

 

If you feel insecure in your friendships, this is your reminder that you’re not alone. So many of us feel the same way. We feel alone even when we have a lot of ‘friends’—mostly because we’ve not found the right set of people yet. If you’re someone who constantly overthinks because you do not have friends who feel like home to you, please know that you will find people who will cherish you for who you are and appreciate all your efforts. Just because you have been betrayed by people you thought were your friends in the past doesn’t mean you’ll be betrayed by everyone you come across in your life. I was ‘friends’ with people who didn’t return my calls, didn’t invite me to hang out with them, didn’t believe in my potential, didn’t laugh at my jokes and didn’t value my efforts. And I realized over time that I didn’t lose them. They lost someone who genuinely cared about them.

 

They lost someone who simply wanted a corner in their hearts and was willing to do anything for them in return. I didn’t stop giving my best in friendships because a bunch of ungrateful people don’t get to shape my perception of friendships. I knew I wasn’t the problem. I knew I’d find people who’d love me for thinking differently from them instead of judging me for it. People who’d understand my jokes and believe in my dreams. People who’d hate to see me hurt. People who’d hold my heart gently on my worst days. Sadly, what happens when you’re giving your best in a friendship and it’s not being reciprocated is that you begin to wonder what’s missing in you. You see them making efforts for other people and wonder what makes them better than you. But when you start realizing that the feeling of gratitude is rare and that not everyone knows how to value people, you stop getting affected by ungrateful people who couldn’t ever value your friendship. If someone thinks you’re not cool enough to be their friend, don’t be their friend.

 

If someone thinks you’re boring, let them find interesting people. If someone thinks you’re too sensitive or too clingy, let them choose someone who isn’t. You deserve friends who will love you for who you are and respect your feelings. Friends who know how to be gentle with your heart. This is what you need to remember if you’re yet to find genuine friends:
• Your worth isn’t determined by the size of your friend group.
• Your worth isn’t determined by the number of people who find you ‘interesting’.
• Your worth isn’t determined by the number of parties you’re invited to.
• Your worth isn’t determined by what you do on Saturday nights.
• Your worth isn’t determined by how many people sit with you during lunch breaks.
• Your worth isn’t determined by the actions of someone who doesn’t see the value of your efforts and always takes you for granted.

 

If you’re someone who truly cares about people— you’re there for them when they’re unwell or upset, you try to make their birthdays special, you try to keep in touch and make plans, you give them advice whenever they ask for it, you believe in their ambitions, you don’t say bad things about them behind their back, please know that you deserve friends who do exactly the same for you. And if, despite doing all this for your friends, they’re unable to see your worth, letting go of them is a prerequisite for restoring your self-esteem and confidence.

 

Always remember:
• If someone really cares about you, you will not overthink because of them. They will not make you anxious. They will not drain your energy. They will not make you feel bad about yourself.
• If a friend is making fun of you in front of others, there’s a huge possibility that it’s not a friend but a secret hater. Friends are supposed to pull each other’s leg in private, but yell at the top of their lungs to support their friends in public. You do not have to settle for being the laughing stock just because you’re scared of being alone.
• People will suggest that you shouldn’t have expectations in friendship. They will talk about low-maintenance friendships, but never forget that there’s a difference between low-maintenance friendships and low-quality friendships. Someone can be miles away from you and still manage to support you from a distance, and someone can be right next to you and still make you feel unwanted.

When you’re doing a lot for someone and they make you feel unwanted in return, you keep overthinking what exactly you have done to deserve the cold treatment, the ignorance, the neglect. If nobody has said this to you before, let me say it to you right now: you do not need to overthink because of someone who doesn’t care about you. Someone who is determined to ignore everything you do for them. Someone who always chooses other people over you. You deserve to feel loved, heard, appreciated and understood, and if a friendship doesn’t come with that, it’s not friendship at all.

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From Holistic Thinking to Ethical Execution: Shiv Shivakumar Explains the CHARLIE Framework for Future CEOs

In The CEO Mindset, corporate leader Shiv Shivakumar breaks down what it truly takes to succeed in the corner office—and why developing a CEO’s way of thinking starts long before you get the title. Read an exclusive excerpt below!

I teach regularly at business schools across the world. In India, when I teach, I ask the students a simple question: ‘Who amongst you aspires to be a CEO?’ Nearly 90 per cent of the class put up their hands. After the aspiration to be a CEO, many want the next best—to be entrepreneurs. In the West, the students are keen to know about emerging industries, and they always come to me with some idea or other they are working on. They ask me to pick holes in their ideas. There is certainly a near universal fascination among young people for the role of CEO, whatever the reason behind it— maybe aspirational, or maybe a measure of their confidence or security. It is much more in India than other parts of the world where I teach, maybe because we are a developing economy where many opportunities have come up in the last two decades, maybe it’s the adoption of technology skills, etc. It is also a factor of media coverage. In India, businesses and CEOs are given a lot of coverage. In the Middle East, for example, it’s much more about the sheikh and his people. In the USA, maybe it’s the greater risk appetite that inspires everyone to
want to be a startup CEO.

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The CEO Mindset || Shiv Shivakumar

 

The CEO is clearly an aspirational role, viewed from the outside. When I quiz students and young managers about the reason they want to be a CEO, they invariably come up with
three: to acquire status; to acquire power; to make money. I personally feel this is a narrow, material list of reasons. Maybe this list was understandable in a past world where roles and responsibilities in the corporate world were easier to define. But the role of the CEO has considerably evolved over time.
Let’s see how the role began and how the term itself came into use.
The role and designation of CEO, or chief executive officer, first came into use over a century ago. The term was first used around 1914 in Australia. In the USA, it began to be used only
around 1972 in the business context, but it actually came into being in 1782, when the designation of chief executive officer was used to describe the governors and other leaders in the executive ranks in the thirteen colonies of the British in America.

In India, the early district collectors were working as CEOs of their districts—they had a tax target, information-gathering targets and development targets. The current role of CEO has evolved to meet the higher demands of corporate shareholders. The shareholders place emphasis on financial and competitive metrics for their companies, and the CEO is responsible for them. This is very different from when the role began in corporations. So, though the title remains the same, the demands and skills needed for the role have changed significantly since the advent of technology, globalization and changes in regulation. I think technology has made everything more centralized in governments and corporations.

You need to be of a certain mindset to fulfil the role of CEO. But you don’t develop this CEO mindset upon getting the CEO job. You display elements of the CEO mindset in every job starting with the junior roles you take on in any organization.

I label this CEO mindset as C H A R L I E.
It stands for:
Communication
Holistic thinking
Absolute standards
Reframing of issues
Legacy thinking
Investing in people
Ethical execution

A good CEO mindset, according to me, starts with holistic thinking. No other job in a company offers you the leeway to think wide, get into depth of matters when needed and create across-the-board impact. So, how does one learn to think like a CEO? A basic MBA degree teaches you organizational design and the nuances of being a CEO. You learn the nuances by preparing and debating case studies, which are invariably about a problem faced by a hypothetical CEO. However, that’s a theoretical structure. The real world does not follow the guidelines of a case study.
When you are a junior manager, what you essentially deliver to the company revolves around execution metrics.
While you execute for results, do also think about the larger aspect of what’s happening around the job you are executing. Ask yourself how you can reshape the job with your skills
and thinking. When I was a sales manager in charge of beverages and soft drinks at Unilever, we tended to think of soft drinks distribution as akin to distribution of soaps, detergents and
tea. Nothing was farther from that. We were failing miserably. I reached out to Krishnaswamy who was sales manager of Campa Cola in Chennai and requested him to teach me the fundamentals of soft drinks distribution. I then realized that soft drinks distribution needed to be expanded and contracted depending on the season. I learnt that inventory
at a soft drinks distributor is dead inventory.

The only place for inventory of this product is on the retail shelves. Armed with these learnings, I nervously proposed to Hrishikesh Bhattacharyya, the director of Unilever India that we should trim our inventory to three days’ and only drive visibility on the shelves. He quizzed me, asking me where I had learnt
these new principles. After listening carefully to what I had to say, he approved the plan I suggested. Our sales tripled in
the next few months. The learning you can have from this episode is that if you want to think holistically, your organization and your industry are the wrong place to start. Your company and your industry have done the same thing for years, and the people there are rewarded for not rocking the boat. Some things may stay the
same, but most things change.

Whenever we asked the retailer how we (the FMCG company I worked for) could challenge Nirma in detergents, he would say introduce a yellow detergent powder. Whenever we asked the retailer how to fight Colgate, he would say introduce a mintier toothpaste. Current industry people can only give you their views, which are based on the past. They can never look ahead. If you want to look ahead and think holistically, then speak to people in other industries, ideally leading-edge industries, and you can bring the concepts and business models
from that industry to your own doorstep.

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Bhairavi: Inside the Maha-Asura Series’ Explosive Tale of Power, Deception, and Destiny

In Bhairavi, the second book of the Maha-Asura series, Prakash Om Bhatt takes us from the blood-soaked battlefields of Tretayuga to the shadows of modern-day India, where gods, demons, and humans are all pawns in a deadly cosmic game. Read an excerpt below!

Naari

Tretayuga

Lanka

The killing of Sita had led to a deafening silence in the camp. Not only Sri Ram, but the entire army of apes, along with Hanuman, Lakshman, Sugreev, Nala, Jamabavat and others, felt the clasp of rage, agony, sorrow, anguish and pain in their hearts. ‘Brother, we shall avenge every drop of blood spilt from Maa Sita’s body!’ Lakshman, adrenaline rushing through his veins, declared as he put his hand on his elder brother’s shoulder. ‘Lanka will be destroyed!’ ‘That scoundrel will pay for his sins!’ Hanuman said, clenching his fist. ‘Indrajit will be dead, O Lord!’ Just then, Vibhishana, the son of Vishrava, entered the camp. He could sense the thick tension in the air. He comprehended the entire situation as he looked at the bodiless head of Maa Sita lying on a rock, and then at the distress on everyone’s face. ‘Maharaj, I didn’t think you would have fallen for the dubious scheme of Ravana’s son!’ Vibhishana said in a sympathizing tone. ‘What you think is Maa Sita’s head, is simply a deception!’ ‘Deception?’ Hanuman asked, flabbergasted.

 

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Bhairavi || Brahmachari Parakh Om

 

‘I have known Indrajit since before he learnt to walk. I am well aware of his crooked schemes and deceitful plans!’ Vibhishana said as he took the head of Maa Sita in his hands. ‘To ensure that Ram and his army grow despondent before the war, Indrajit has created this optical illusion with the help of the great illusory asura, Vidyutjihva. My spies have just confirmed that Maa Sita is still in Ashokavatika, the garden with the Ashoka trees!’ ‘What is the reason for doing this right now?’ Ram sneered, almost shouting the words at Vibhishana, Ravana’s younger brother. ‘The point is . . .’ Fear lurked in Vibhishana’s eyes as he said the next words. He lowered his voice to a whisper. He knew that only the people present in this camp had the ability to stop the catastrophe Ravana was about to bring to the world—a secret that would mutate the future of the universe.

Present Day

Coimbatore

There was a light murmur in the air, indicating that the birds would soon fly away to find food for the day. The midnight blue of the night was gradually fading away. The golden glow of dawn was about to paint the sky. Bhairavi Maa, Sadhvi Maa, Manasvi and ten other faithful devotees reached the enormous 112-feet idol of Adiyogini. Everyone bowed to this Mahayogini; she represented all the sixty-four yogini forms of the Devi. ‘ॐ नमश्चण्डि􀇷काायैै! Om Namashchandikayai!’ Bhairavi Maa folded her hands as an expression of gratitude for her devotees and said, ‘You may all rest now.’ Everyone, except Sadhvi Maa and Manasvi, bowed down to her and started walking towards their huts. And the trio of Bhairavi Maa, Sadhvi Maa and Manasvi walked for about a kilometre to arrive at a private chamber of the ashram where none of the disciples or devotees were allowed. They walked through an enormous gopura, the monumental entrance of a temple. There was a naagbandham—literally, the bond of the serpents—figurine on the gopura. On crossing it, they reached a temple-like structure, beside which stood a small hut. A six-feet-tall trishul, or trident, had been wedged into the ground at a forty-five-degree angle in the courtyard of the temple. Numerous trees, small and big, lent a sense of serenity to the place.

It seemed as if it would need three or four people to open the wooden door of the temple. There was the ॐ carved on either panel of the door. Bhairavi Maa looked at Manasvi and Sadhvi Maa. Taking the cue, they went inside the hut to get a huge salver laden with a variety of fruit. Sadhvi Maa and Manasvi held the platter, which weighed almost eight kilos, with both their hands. Reaching the gate, Bhairavi Maa assumed the yoni mudra, a hand gesture to call upon the Mother Divine, and started the chanting of the beej mantras, the seed syllables.

‘लँँ . . . वँँ . . . रँँ . . . यँँ . . . हँँ . . . ॐ . . . ’ ‘Lam . . . Vam . . . Ram . . . Yam . . . Ham . . . Om . . .’ Sadhvi Maa and Manasvi joined her in the chanting. ‘लँँ . . . वँँ . . . रँँ . . . यँँ . . . हँँ . . . ॐ . . .’ ‘Lam . . . Vam . . . Ram . . . Yam . . . Ham . . . Om . . .’ After chanting the beej mantras thrice, Bhairavi Maa raised her hands in the air and the doors opened without being given the slightest nudge! Before stepping into the temple, the three women bowed their heads in obeisance. This had become a daily routine for the three of them. Manasvi and Sadhvi Maa knew a secret that even the closest devotees of Bhairavi Maa had no inkling about! ‘Amma,’ Manasvi’s voice was laced with worry. ‘The agitation is quickly growing. Isn’t it?’ Bhairavi Maa remained silent as they walked a few paces before coming face to face with the deepest secret and the most mysterious aspect of Shakti Ashram. It appeared as if their arrival had been awaited for hours.

 

Present Day

Rajkot

The city of Rajkot was about to hit the sack. The dulled sound of the winter winds filled the otherwise quiet hour. The truck had stopped about an hour ago on the university road to make a delivery. Before the driver could finish the formalities and unload the sacks of wheat, Riya jumped out of the back. This caused her wound to start bleeding again. But who had the time to tend to the physical injury right now! The garden in front of the famous love temple was bustling with people. Riya was still wearing Hamid’s jacket and cap. It would be foolish and dangerous for her to start her journey towards Vasant Niwas before the city slipped into slumber. She had no option but to wait. She found a secluded spot in the garden, put her cap on her face and sat there quietly for about an hour. The city seemed unaffected by worldly affairs, and exuded peace. At around 9.30 p.m., when it was nearly time to shut the garden to visitors, the guard went around requesting everyone to leave. Riya, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, walked out of the garden. With a careful stride, she entered the nearby Mayur bookstore. Though there was no customer in the store at this hour, from the body language of the store owner, it was evident he was not going to shut down anytime soon. She did not have any money, so she wouldn’t be able to buy anything. However, she had to pass her time, and so Riya picked up a month-old Bharat Today magazine from the rack. Coincidentally, the cover story was about the owner of a multinational company and the most eligible bachelor in the country. INDIA’S HEART-THROB AND GEN-Z’S INSPIRATION . . . VIVAAN ARYA! A photograph of Vivaan sitting on a royal throne was on the cover page. In the picture, he looked no less than an emperor born to conquer the world! Can someone who was an inspiration yesterday become a traitor today? Can the hero of the youth suddenly become the most wanted criminal in the country?

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21 Habits to Yogic Living: Discover Jivha Mulashodhana — The Morning Kriya for Total Well-being

In her book 21 Habits to Yogic Living, Juhi Kapoor shares simple yet powerful practices to transform your day—starting with this foundational morning kriya.

‘Every morning is a fresh beginning. Every day is the world made new.’ —Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Mornings are important, after all, it’s the start of your whole day ahead. So, how do we start it right? Well, there’s the standard—brush your teeth, take a shower, comb your head, get dressed. Is it enough?

In our bodies, the excretion process eliminates waste products such as feces, urine and sweat. If these waste products accumulate excessively or become imbalanced, they can contribute to the development of various health disorders.

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21 Habits to Yogic Living || Juhi Kapoor

 

 

Nothing against the humble shower, but it doesn’t do a thorough cleanse. In fact, if you are to embark on the path of yoga, cleansing is paramount per Ashtanga Yoga. One of the concepts in Ashtanga Yoga, saucha, which translates to ‘cleanliness’ or ‘purity’, is an essential niyama (rule) in the practice of yoga. It emphasizes the purification and cleanliness of both the external and internal aspects of our being.

Cleansing forms the foundation of our day—not just a warm-up or precursor to yoga, but an integral part of the practice itself. Kriya is a yogic practice to cleanse or detoxify. In this section, we will delve into four kriyas that to be inculcated as daily habits at the beginning of your day for cleansing the body and mind.

Habit 1/21: Jivha Mulashodhana

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Jivha Mulashodhana translates to ‘cleansing the root of the tongue’. In Sanskrit, the term ‘jivha’ refers to the tongue, ‘mula’ represents the root, and shodhana signifies the act of cleansing.

In many traditional healing systems, including Ayurveda and traditional Chinese medicine, tongue analysis is an important diagnostic tool.

Cleansing the tongue is seen as a holistic practice that promotes overall well-being by supporting the harmonious functioning of the body’s systems.

The tongue is a significant organ in human development, closely related to the three germ layers: ectoderm, endoderm and mesoderm. It plays a crucial role in intercommunication within the body. Additionally, the tongue holds cultural importance, symbolizing language, intellect, and verbal expression. Early texts of Chinese Medicine, such as the Ling-Shu Jing,2 recognized the connection between the tongue, heart, mind and spirit. The tongue serves as a diagnostic tool and an essential instrument for skilled physicians during examinations.

According to Ling-Shu Jing, the appearance of the tongue is closely linked to the internal organs. Here’s a summary of the relationships described [1]:

• The entire tongue corresponds to the heart.

• The kidney vessels terminate at the root of the tongue.

• The spleen vessels enter the body and reach the lower side of the tongue.

• The margin of the tongue is associated with the liver vessels.

• The tip of the tongue is connected to the lung and heart vessels.

• The tongue is related to the upper burner (heater), lung, large intestine, stomach and their respective vessels.

• The tongue is also connected to the lung and pericardium vessels through branches of the kidney vessels.

The significance of the tongue in the body becomes evident when considering its connection to various organ systems. Cleansing the tongue can have a far-reaching impact on overall health, influencing the functioning of multiple organs.

How to Practice Jiva Mulashodhana

1. Find yourself a basin or a sink.

2. Put your index and middle finger together and gently insert them in your mouth onto your tongue (pic 1.1). You have to reach as far back as possible to the back of your mouth, while also gently rubbing the tongue with your fingers. This may feel uncomfortable at first, and you may feel the need to regurgitate. But, you cannot stop here.

3. Continue rubbing in a manner that your fingertips are at the farthest corner of your tongue, while the finger is laid atop it. Placing your fingers carefully and as mentioned ensures the whole tongue is cleaned simultaneously. However, you have to stay at the farthest part of your tongue for as long as possible. With time, it will get less uncomfortable.

4. Naturally, after two to three trials, you may feel like throwing up, but these are only sensations triggered by a foreign object stimulating your digestive tract’s delicate openings. These convulsions are perfectly normal and, in fact, expected. After you are done, rinse and gargle.

5. You may notice a white residue sticking on your fingers. Make sure to clean well.

Benefits

• First and foremost, it cleans the tongue thoroughly.

• Did you know an unhygienic tongue is to blame for bad mouth odour? The tongue provides for a warm uneven surface, where bacteria can latch on leading to infections, unwanted white slime, and bad odour. Jivha Mulashodhana helps you shake their foundation and eliminate them from the roots.

• The tongue, a crucial muscle in digestion, is also remarkably delicate. You would notice just the touch of your fingers makes your tongue move, clench your jaws. And the farther you reach, the more sensations you experience. You will essentially be stimulating your food pipe and stomach, leading to an improved digestion.

• This technique helps to stimulate tongue function, which leads to improved digestion. When you pull at the tauter end of the tongue, you gradually increase its length and flexibility, which in turn helps move food particles around and promotes healthy lubrication.

• Jivha Mulashodhana not only removes residue from the taste buds but also stimulates them through a massaging motion, allowing them to fully experience sensations. Stimulated and exposed taste buds enhance your whole experience of a meal.

• The tongue can be a breeding ground for bacteria, and over time, as the impurities collect, they start to impact your food pipe and throat. Tongue infections have been known to spread as far down as your larynx. Hence, this kriya is a must do.

• The kriya also causes contractions in your stomach’s walls. These contractions further send nervous signals to your intestines to commence elimination. Thus, it is beneficial in getting rid of constipation and irregular bowel movements.

At this point, you may feel that this practice has been successfully replaced by the invention of U-shaped steel tongue cleaners and flexible toothbrushes, which claim to pluck out any hidden impurity.

But is this kriya an alternative to that tongue cleaner in your bathroom?

Jivha Mula Shodhana does not just clean the tongue, it also activates the organ systems.

That being said, neither is a replacement for either. Rather, each complements the other. You can continue cleaning your tongue with a tongue cleaner after you brush your teeth.

When to do it?

The best time to do it is first thing in the morning. Prior to doing any forms of yoga, doing cleaning is important. EVEN BEFORE YOU BRUSH!

CAUTION

• Practice empty stomach

• Use gentle pressure and avoid any harsh movements

• Make sure your hands are clean and disinfected before you start

• Avoid eating or drinking anything immediately.

Who should avoid?

The oral cleanse is a standard and easy-to-do exercise. Most people will find it easy once they get comfortable with the regurgitating sensation. There are no side effects. However, you may need to exercise more caution if you are suffering from any of the following:

• Hypertension

• Stomach irritation

• Cardiac disease

• Tonsilitis

• Cold or cough/respiration-related discomfort

• Mouth/tongue ulcers

In such cases, it is advised to use one finger and be gentler. Pregnant women should also avoid this practice if they experience nausea or morning sickness.

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The Long Journey Out of India: Tracing the Roots of a Global Diaspora

Read an exclusive excerpt from Secession of the Successful below!

 

The Indian diaspora, a heterogenous grouping of people of Indian origin (PIO) settled overseas for more than a generation, and non-resident Indians (NRI) who have emigrated in the post-Independence period, is both a natural phenomenon, arising from the migration of people over centuries, and a creation of recent historical and developmental processes, including European colonialism, global demographic shifts and the emergence of knowledge-based economies. More than half the population of what are referred to as ‘overseas Indians’ or the Indian diaspora, is comprised of PIOs. These are Indian-origin persons who are either descendants of Indian slave labour or of Indian communities settled overseas over along period of time, as traders, teachers or travellers globally spread out, from Fiji in the Pacific, to Mauritius in the Indian Ocean and to the Caribbean in the Atlantic, a large number of PIOs, now constituting over a dozen different nationalities, are the children of Indians exported as slaves or who travelled as managers, doctors, book-keepers and such like, working the plantation economies of the nineteenth century. 

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Secession of the Successful || Sanjaya Baru

 

 

Through the early part of the nineteenth century, the UK and other European nations took half-hearted measures to abolish slavery both at home and in their overseas colonies. These high-minded actions, prompted by domestic political pressures, exerted a squeeze on the supply of labour across colonial territories. Demand for such labour was, however, on the increase across the world. The abolition of slavery and the slave trade placed in jeopardy the plantation businesses of the empire. From sugar to tea, rubber to cinnamon, British and European colonial possessions from the Pacific to the Atlantic and through the territories in between were in need of cheap, sweated labour. European planters and their financiers were all looking for a way to address this demand by ensuring supply. The door, to quote Amitav Ghosh’s character, Mr Burnham, had been shut in London. A window had then to be opened. Fortuitously for the empire and its masters, that window was opened in Calcutta. 

 

Land, and what came with it, was aplenty for the imperial powers of Europe. What they lacked was adequate labour. That too sweated labour. It was this desperate need for captive labour, who could be worked to death on the hot and humid plantations of sugar, rubber and such like, that prompted a search across the plains of northern India. The export of labour from India, of the ‘Asiatick’, to the plantation islands of the British Empire began early in the nineteenth century. Archival records and family histories tell us of such labour export to British and other European colonies dating back to the early 1830s.4 By the late 1830s, reports had already reached India of the ill-treatment of such labour. Following such complaints, the Government of India formulated certain rules and regulations for the export of labour and, in 1837, appointed a ‘Committee to Enquire into the Abuses Alleged to Exist in Exporting from Bengal Hill Coolies and Indian Labourers of Various Classes, to Other Countries’.5 The committee met in Calcutta over a period of six months, from August 1838 till January 1839, recording evidence presented by shipowners involved in carting labour out of the Calcutta port.

 

This included merchants engaged in the export of labour, port officials and police officers responsible for the management and security of the port, and the likes of a doctor who travelled on such ships, a male labourer and a female attendant accompanying a British couple on a boat to Mauritius. One such labourer, Sheikh Manik, and an attendant, Bibee Zuhoorun, were among the few who returned home and so could be summoned for questioning by the committee. A total of 1061 questions were posed, over a six-month period, to the ten persons who had appeared before the committee. The testimonies of Sheikh Manik, Bibee Zuhoorun and Dr Abdoolah Khan, the medical doctor on board the ship Gaillardon, owned by Boyd & Co. of Calcutta, constituted a clear indictment of the methods used to secure and transport labour and of the conditions of their life and work on plantations in Mauritius. Defending their business interests before thecommittee, Calcutta’s European merchants claimed that Indian labour would not only secure better remuneration overseas but would also have an opportunity to see the world and widen their horizons, liberating themselves from the narrow confines of their insular and wasted lives. 

 

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‘Kya Karoon Tera?’ — The Day Col. R.K. Sharma Made His CO Speechless

Read an exclusive excerpt from Shoorveer below.

In 1999, Pakistan began sending infiltrators to occupy the heights of Kargil and in turn, India began a major operation, known as Operation Vijay, to push them back. The Kargil War, as the operation is now known, was a turning point in the career of Raj. 

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Shoorveer || Col. R.K. Sharma

 

The Indian Army pushed through the heights and beat back the Pakistani soldiers, and the valour and courage of its soldiers was a shining beacon for all of India. Raj was not far behind. Raj’s battalion had completed its tenure as a peace station in Hyderabad. By December 1999, they learnt that their next posting was in Kargil. At that time, the war hadn’t yet begun, so 

it was intended to be a regular posting at first and Kargil, with its beautiful landscape and tall mountains, was considered to be an easier posting than the Kashmir valley. Major Ajit was detailed as the OC advance party for the move to Kargil, which was to transport all the military stores to Kargil, with Major G.S. Walia and Captain Hamir Rathore detailed with him. As the advance party’s movement was being prepared, Major Ajit appreciated Raj’s assistance on several occasions, boosting his morale. Before proceeding, Major Ajit handed over the company to Raj, giving him instructions to ensure a smooth mobilization and induction of the main body to Kargil. Major Ajit would also write regularly to Raj telling him about the welfare of the troops and details like the packing of materials and the type of clothing that would be required at Kargil. 

At Hyderabad, a brigade-level handball competition was announced. Raj received instructions from the 47 Brigade that 22 Grenadiers had been detailed as a conducting unit for the competition. The advance party had already moved out and this would perhaps be the last sporting contest before the main body left for the war, so there were few objections from their side to conduct the event. The CO simply told them to get it done so that they could focus on their own move to the front. The Brigade staff wanted to milk them to the max before they left. So, Raj and Lt Sajjan were detailed as part of the team as officers were required to participate in the competition. 

Raj was called in by Major S.P. Yadav to go and meet the Brigade Major to be briefed about the finals and the prize distribution ceremony. Raj went to the office of BM Major D.A.S. Lohamaror from the Bihar Regiment, where Deputy Quarter Master General Major Day from Mahar Regiment was also sitting. Both briefed him about what needed to be done for the evening. Major Lohamaror then told Raj that for the prizes, he could buy anything from the Canteen Stores Department (CSD) priced between Rs 80–100, but the prizes should look big. Raj searched two or three canteens but there was nothing in that price range. At his own CSD, Raj found a set of six Borosil glasses worth Rs 60 and a few sets of ladies’ underwear costing about Rs 30. Raj told the canteen NCO to count if they had fourteen pairs of glasses as well as the underwear. The NCO told him, ‘Sahib, we have enough and this will be in your price range too.’ Poor Raj couldn’t think and just to fulfil the condition set by the staff officer, he purchased both sets and directed an INT Section Havildar to make fourteen gift sets by pairing both together. 

That evening, everything went well. Although the 17 Bihar team was very good and Raj’s team missed a few players who had already left with the advance party, Raj’s team won the final with a huge margin. When the time came for the prize distribution ceremony, the teams came up to receive the prizes for the winners and runners-up; but when the time came to give away the two referee prizes, the referee from Bihar was nowhere to be found. No one knew where he was, perhaps he was being taught the rules of the game by his team-mates! When he didn’t appear even after some time, the commander asked what the prizes were. He suddenly tore open one of them—and in his hands appeared a packet of ladies’ undergarments. He hurriedly pushed it back into the pack as there were women there too, but the expression on his face was enough to tell Raj that he had made a serious mistake and he quietly backed away from the scene. Besides, Colonel Mehr had also noticed it and the same expression appeared on his face, too. Soon after, Raj saw the CO and the BM discussing something in hushed tones. 

When the group photographs had been clicked, Colonel Mehra called Raj to a corner with, ‘Kya karoon tera? What should I do with you?’ Raj very innocently told him that nothing else was available in that price range. ‘You should have just got men’s underwear. Why did you need to pack women’s underwear?’ the colonel told him angrily. When the other officers heard the story, they laughed and told Raj he was responsible for making his own life hell.

 

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One Minute Wisdom: Unlocking the Rishis’ Secret to a Fulfilled and Meaningful Life

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Over 4000 years ago, the rishis of ancient India uncovered a profound truth: The universe is not chaotic but an intelligent, self-aware ecosystem. They observed life deeply and found patterns that connect us to something infinite. Their discovery, Satchitananda, offers a map of human potential rooted in three timeless principles: Sat (Reality), Chit (Consciousness) and Ananda (Bliss). 

This ancient wisdom is as relevant today as it was then. Satchitananda invites us to explore who we truly are and what it means to live a fulfilling life. 

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One Minute Wisdom || Debashis Chatterjee

 

 

The Map of Satchitananda 

Below is a simple diagram to illustrate how Sat, Chit and Ananda work together: 

 

  • Sat grounds you in what is real. 
  • Chit keeps you curious and aware. 
  • Ananda reminds you that bliss and fulfilment lie within. 

 

Together, these three principles form a timeless guide to living a life of purpose and joy.  

 

 1. Sat: The Quest for What Is Real 

Sat is about finding the truth behind appearances. At first, we rely on our five senses to understand the world—what we see, hear, touch, taste and smell. But our senses only scratch the surface. They reveal objects and events but not the invisible space that holds them all. 

Imagine standing in a room filled with furniture. You see the objects, but do you notice the space they occupy? Similarly, Sat points to the infinite existence that underlies everything, including us. Our personality, body and mind are forms shaped by this infinite being called existence. Deep down, we long to reconnect with that vastness of our existence. Sat anchors us in reality. It asks us: ‘What is truly real?’ In seeking this, we find the power to make a genuine impact on our world. 

 

2. Chit: The Light of Awareness 

Chit is consciousness itself, the universal awareness that illuminates everything. In our daily lives, we experience different states of being waking, dreaming and deep sleep. Yet, in all these states, consciousness quietly exists in the background, like the screen on which a movie plays. 

We often get lost in the drama of this ‘movie’ of life and forget the screen itself. Chit is the will to know, the spark of curiosity that drives us to uncover the secrets of existence. It keeps us asking: ‘How do I truly know myself and the world? ‘By being curious and aware, we connect to the universal intelligence that guides everything. 

 

3. Ananda: The Ocean of Bliss 

Ananda is the deep, infinite joy that lies at the heart of existence. At first, we seek happiness in external things—a delicious meal, a thrilling experience or the company of loved ones. These moments bring joy, but they don’t last. So, we search for the next high, the next wave of pleasure. The rishis discovered that true bliss doesn’t depend on anything outside us. Ananda is not the fleeting happiness we chase; it’s the timeless ocean of joy within us. It’s where our ups and downs merge, and we feel whole again. 

Ananda teaches us to look inward for fulfilment. It’s not about rejecting life but embracing it with detachment from its passing forms. In doing so, we find balance—a state the rishis called samata, where our individual self stands in harmony with the universal. 

 

 Satchitananda: The Trinity of Life 

Reality, Awareness and Bliss—Sat, Chit and Ananda—are not separate ideas. They are the foundation of all existence. Everything in the universe begins with them and returns to them. They are always present, shaping who we are and why we are here. 

 

When we understand and live by Satchitananda, life reveals its deeper purpose. The rishis showed us that this understanding is the key to a fulfilling, harmonious life. It connects us to the infinite within and around us. 

Satchitananda is not just ancient wisdom; it’s a practical way to live meaningfully. When we align with Sat, Chit and Ananda, Reality, Awareness and Bliss, we discover that life itself is the greatest gift—and that we are already part of something infinite. 

 

In the process of reaching towards the creation of this book, we conducted a poll on my LinkedIn page. This page is followed by more than 55,000 professionals, managers and leaders. The poll revealed the following responses of leaders relating to Sat (real impact), Chit (Self-Awareness) and Joy of Fulfilment (Ananda): 

 

An achiever in a leadership role needs transformative influence to unlock their full potential. What does it take for them to succeed 

 

Leadership is seen as a role dominated by Self-Awareness; Real Impact beiną the second factor in line while Joy and Fulfilment come as a distant third. 

 

 

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The Harvest of Racism: What America’s 1967 Black Rebellion Meant for Dalits in India

This chapter deals with the complexities of the Dalit and Black movements in India and the United States respectively, and the possibilities of their similarities and solidarities as framed in both academic literature and the popular media.1 Though appealing, such a comparison exaggerates what both movements stood for. To begin with, the positions of the Dalit and Black movements, generally speaking, were divergent. In America, from the 1960s there were radical uprisings among the educated Black youth, who were unfair targets of police harassment and brutality. For the Dalits in India, whose status was that of a subordinate minority and untouchables, any demands they made for equality as enshrined in the Constitution were met with localized violence, either committed against individuals or the Dalit ghettoes. Dalit women were a particularly vulnerable target. 

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Caste || Suraj Milind Yengde

 

Through media coverage of Black atrocities in the United States, Dalits in India became aware of the situation faced by the descendants of slaves in white-ruled America. Reports in the American media made their way to the larger Indian cities such as Mumbai, where they were picked up by the Dalit literati, who read Time magazine, the New York Times and Newsweek, and discussed the reports with friends in literary circles drawn from diverse castes. What happened in America resonated with Dalits in India. They read of the American state going rogue against Black people in a spate of racial attacks. In one incident, which took place on a Wednesday evening in July 1967, two white police officers dragged a Black man, John William Smith, into their precinct building in the city of Newark, New Jersey. Smith, a taxi driver, had just been arrested for the alleged crime of improperly passing the officers’ car, and was beaten so brutally that he could not walk. Residents of a nearby housing project saw him being dragged inside the precinct, and a rumour was set off that the cops had killed another Black man. A crowd formed and resorted to attacking the police station. For five days, violence tore through the city, with a toll of over two dozen lives. Some called it rioting, others a rebellion. 

 

That was just one flashpoint in what came to be known as “the long, hot summer of 1967”. The United States witnessed over 150 “race riots” that season, with police brutality against Black people a common spark, extending a long lineage of rage—Hough in 1966, Watts in 1965, Harlem in 1964 and 1943, Chicago in 1935 and 1919, and so on. This has been termed a rebellion of the urban class of America, with 1967 the pivotal year. The US president Lyndon B. Johnson, already battling public anger over the invasion of Vietnam and faced with a fresh crisis, formed a committee to answer three questions: “What happened? Why did it happen? What can be done to prevent it from happening again?” 

 

Te Kerner Commission, as part of its work, hired a group of social scientists to bolster its research. Their draft submission to the commission echoed the radical language and ideas of the rising Black Power movement, and came to some alarming conclusions. Under the present course, the researchers wrote, the United States was headed for a full-blown race war, involving “guerrilla warfare of Black youth against white power in the major cities of the United States.” It foretold civil war on the streets, which would turn American cities into “garrisons”.

 

The only way out of this impending war was a radical programme to tackle the poverty and socio-economic stagnation facing Black communities, to reform the police and other institutions that plainly discriminated against Black people, and to make drastic changes that went far beyond the “token concessions” offered to the community till then. “There is still time”, the researchers added, “for one nation to make a concerted attack on the racism that persists in its midst.” If it did not, “The harvest of racism will be the end of the American dream.”5 The document was entitled The Harvest of Racism 

 

 

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Inside the Secret Ballot That Made Indira Gandhi Prime Minister

Read this defining moment from Indira Gandhi and the Years that Transformed India!

 

THE END OF CONGRESS RAJ

 

Prime Minister Shastri’s unforeseen death in January 1966 touched off a tussle for power within the ruling party. While Indira Gandhi was certainly quick off the blocks in declaring her interest, she could not previously have contemplated this as a serious possibility. Yet, as a member of Shastri’s cabinet, she had pondered the state of the country and the Congress party as well as her own role in politics. Writing to an old friend, P.N. Haksar, two months earlier, she had struck a deeply pessimistic note: “The state of affairs is quite extraordinary here . . . As I see it, we are at the beginning of a new dark age. The food situation is precarious, industries are closing. There is no direction, no policy on any matter.” Not only was the country’s development juddering to a halt, but the response was to dilute its autonomy. “Brave words notwithstanding,” she wrote, “there is anxiety to go to America, who will I have no doubt give PL 480 food aid and everything at a price. The manner of execution will be so deft and subtle that no one will realize it until it is too late and India’s freedom of thought and action will both have been bartered away.” Meanwhile, the Congress party was “dormant and inactive.” Her personal predicament seemed equally stark: “When I am depressed, which is often, I feel I must quit. At other times, that I must fight it out.” Indira Gandhi regarded herself as the custodian of her father’s legacy. Yet, as the Nehruvian project of planned economic development and nonaligned foreign policy ran out of steam, this legacy could well be turned against her: “As a child I wanted to be like Joan of Arc – I may yet be burnt at the stake.” 

 

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Indira Gandhi and the Years that Transformed India || Srinath Raghavan

 

Indira Gandhi was prone to mythologizing her past, but she was no diffident dreamer. She knew that her ascent to the highest office could only be piloted by the powerful president of the Congress party, K. Kamaraj. Of humble origins in a poor family of the discriminated Nadar caste in southern Tamil Nadu, Kamaraj had had little formal education but formidable political experience. Starting out in anticolonial politics and a Congress party dominated by the upper castes, he had served as chief minister of Tamil Nadu for nearly a decade. In 1963, he had been asked by Nehru to take over as Congress president and help renew the party’s organizational fabric. In fact, Nehru’s own position had been enfeebled by the ignominious defeat against China the previous year, and he had been looking to strengthen his flanks. Kamaraj had shrewdly suggested that the road to organizational revival lay in getting all Congress chief ministers to resign and work for the party. The “Kamaraj Plan” had duly been implemented, so scotching any potential challenge to prime ministerial authority. After Nehru’s death, he had tactfully taken soundings from scores of Congress leaders and had paved the way for Shastri’s uncontested ascension.

 

After Shastri’s passing, Kamaraj was pressed by his admirers to assume leadership of the government. Yet the canny Tamil politician was aware of his limitations in a political system dominated by an Anglophone elite and the Hindi belt of north India. Kamaraj also conveyed his disinterest to President Radhakrishnan and suggested that he was favorably inclined towards Indira Gandhi. Radhakrishnan now advised her to press ahead. But she was hardly the sole claimant for the job. Home Minister Nanda and Defence Minister Y.B. Chavan were also in contention. The former was the senior-most minister, who sported the curious ideological credentials of being the patron of both the socialist forum and the sadhu samaj (Hindu monks association); the latter had been chief minister of Maharashtra before being inducted into the union cabinet after the debacle against China. Above all, there was Morarji Desai.

 

The erstwhile chief minister of the old Bombay state and longserving finance minister of India, Desai was an able and experienced administrator who exuded an aura of high-minded rectitude. To many of his colleagues in government and party, this came across as puritanic inflexibility. His unwillingness ever to concede a point, as well as his refusal to dismount such hobby horses as prohibition of alcohol or regulation of gold, made many congressmen wary of him. Desai had fancied his chances after Nehru’s death but had been thwarted by Kamaraj and other party bosses. Collectively known as the “syndicate,” this group of regional grandees included Atulya Ghosh from West Bengal, Sanjiva Reddy from Andhra Pradesh, Nijalingappa from Karnataka, and S.K. Patil from Maharashtra.

 

Desai had stayed out of Shastri’s cabinet but now pressed his claims with adamantine force. In so doing, he inadvertently strengthened Indira Gandhi’s position. Stopping the implacable Desai became a high priority for the syndicate. By contrast, they regarded Indira Gandhi as politically unsure and ideologically indistinct: even the left wing of the Congress party, including those close to her father like V.K. Krishna Menon, had not supported her candidacy. Paradoxically, it was Indira Gandhi’s political weakness that commended her to the party bosses—a choice they would have adequate leisure to rue after she had pensioned them to political oblivion. But the syndicate also reckoned that her ability to borrow her father’s sheen would be a major asset in the coming general elections. Her case was further strengthened when in a deft move she enlisted the support of D.P. Mishra, the wily chief minister of Madhya Pradesh, and, through his machinations, the endorsement of eight other Congress chief ministers. Nanda and Chavan thought better of it and bowed out. But Desai was determined to have it out. On 19 January 1966, the Congress parliamentary party voted by secret ballot to choose the prime minister: the first and, it turned out, last time that the grand old party held such an election. Indira Gandhi took 355 votes to Desai’s 169. The same evening, President Radhakrishnan invited her to form a new government.

 

 

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Orchids, Traffic Jams, and a City on the Edge: Poems of Urban India

A selection of poems from The Penguin Book of Poems on the Indian City—verses that capture the moods, memories, and moments of urban India, from its ancient roots to its restless present.

 

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The Penguin Book of Poems on the Indian City || Bilal Moin

 

SUBURBAN FRIENDS

ESTHER SYIEM (B. 1958)

Orchids for city have-nots,

rotund potatoes rolling lustily in bamboo backpacks,

pungent, aromatic fish

freshly dusted with chaff

from fresh packing ice,

honey gathered from

the lowlands of Ri War.

They come, from barren hamlets,

windswept, buried in fog,

whittled down by poverty,

even crumbling shacks

of flattened kerosene tins

and makeshift days

of the city’s inner courtyards,

to strike a deal.

I’ve brought these bottles to you first

knowing how you chase the thing called time.

You look fidgety this morning

it’s Saturday em?

Yes I’m better now

should I tell you

how she stilled my palpitations

that woman from Sohiong,

who sees even in the dead of night?

That doctor you sent me to,

he was hopeless.

To sich ym lei lei,

believe me, I always know when

to bring the potatoes.

I’ve delivered here since the great flood.

how should I charge you?

Kong you hoarder, you, sell me

all your old clothes, old shoes, old newspapers.

Umm, your bitch knows me.

No discards for my grandchildren today?

Shi shi, so hefty and you can’t even lift this pot!

These orchids are called hybrids.

What other names would they have?

You call yourself a gardener,

look at insects feasting on shrunken buds,

those flowers so wilted!

Didi my fish, so alive,

look at gills glistening

I rush to catch truck early,

I choose best one for you

but I go now three months

to visit ma-baap and arrange shadi.

After Mei’s death

their visits they tailored

to suit mine;

only Saturdays and holidays.

Legal tender—strictly cash,

but always

something more

to bond us.

 

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TRAFFIC JAM

NILIM KUMAR (B. 1961)

(Trans. from the Assamese by Bibekanandan Chaudhury)

As I drive out from home

I forget suddenly

where I’m headed.

But when I’m in a hurry

and stuck in traffic jams

I grow restless

and I remember

Many people tell me –

“I saw you the other day

in the traffic jam”

Yes!

But who was it that saw me in the traffic jam?

I have to enter another traffic jam

to remember.

 

 

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THE CITY WANTS TO

COMMIT SUICIDE

SUSHILKUMAR SHINDE (B. 1988)

(Trans. from the Marathi by Dileep Chavan)

Rejecting the existence

of thousands of years

I began to walk

towards my primitive creation;

then

the city

calculating the income and expenses

sitting along the seashore

shivering in the cold,

a shelterless child on the verge of death

keeps knocking the door of Jama Masjid;

then the doors of the Masjid get stuck more firmly,

then the city begins to shiver fatally.

A life died without food

stands in the long queue of the temple as a beggar.

Then the senses of this city

that bakes the hunger

on the burning coals in the stomach

become numb.

To cover the stragglers

living in the open spaces

Don Bosco’s hands are short of length.

Then this city begins to tear itself to pieces;

it opens in the seam

exposing its limitations and the old wounds.

 

 

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