When I am in this dark space, I do NOT want, I repeat, I do NOT want to breathe slowly, do yoga, listen to soothing music, drink herbal tea or burn essential oils. I can barely pray unless screaming at God counts. I need something real and strong and loud and soft.
The wall of women was 620 km long, over 3 million women standing side by side on the streets of Kerala.
This wall of women was created to let people in, not to keep them out.
The older you get, the more real you get. Your tolerance for shallowness, cynicism, and botox infused selfies runs to zero. You think more about an authentic life. You think more about a meaningful death.