Written by Sonam Chhomo.
Faint memories, often repressed ones
Appear bluer than usual
On some blue days.
Continue readingWritten by Sonam Chhomo.
Faint memories, often repressed ones
Appear bluer than usual
On some blue days.
Continue readingWritten by Stanzin Lhadol.
There are sides to me, I adore.
There are others,
I do not want to call mine.
Do you take all of me?
Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.
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Written by Harsahej Mann.
Are you you or them? Am I me or you? What am I, but the experiences I had through you? Am I just another extension cord, leading to you? Is there a me at all? Am I “I” or am I just an artificially induced you?
We do not often realise it, even as it happens. Every second, the edges of our “ self” are grated off by the abrasive gaze of the other . Even as I write this, the grated edges of my “self” may be falling like snowflakes , on the cold hard marble flooring of my room . Whether they are actually falling, I cannot say for as I said we often do not realise it, even while our self is disintegrating into mere dust.
-Sonam Chhomo
I like this movie because it tells the love story between a pharmaceutical salesman and a woman suffering from phase 1 Parkinson’s disease, a rare disease for a young person.
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