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I think I’m overdosing on pleasure.


Watch the trailer for QISSA: THE TALE OF A LONELY GHOST, starring Irrfan Khan, giving one of the most memorable performances of his career. Anup Singh’s award-winning film boldly tackles the story of a proud Sikh father who chooses to raise his youngest daughter as a boy, and the heartbreaking consequences that follow. 

Stunning work of art.

Don’t miss it!

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To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
Federico Garcia Lorca
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Dare I say I like this way better?

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For the greatest tragedy of them all 
Is never to feel the burning light.

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Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
Albert Camus
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The Bible said Adam and Eve, not Ted and Robin.

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The Secondhand Sin

The village had gone asleep on a summer night.

She lied on the wooden quay. As did he.

As the darkness crept in, the stars became clearer and clearer.

He was breathing words, calmly.

She glanced over his bare back. Dark curls were peaking through the white sheets.


"How did I get here?" she told herself. "I don’t recall this room."

She stared at him for a while.


He must have been asleep.

"If I touched.." she wondered, "Would it burn my fingers?"

She sat by the bed, hands shaking.

"Don’t think too much." she told herself. "Just. Don’t."

She reached out for his shoulder.

He was.. Rather warm.

"Does he feel it, too?"

He shivered beneath her touch.

"God, he does."

Her hands traced around the man’s neck, then arms.

She shouldn’t have been there.


This time, his skin burnt her fingers.

What was she doing?

He sleepily smirked, eyes still closed.

"Resist? Why? You don’t have to."

He abruptly straightened himself up, grasped her hand and placed it on his neck where blood rushed beneath the skin.

"You feel it, don’t you?"

She fell silent.

"Is that so? Well, that’s a shame. I always thought that you.. And I were.. Somehow, likely."

Then, he leaned in. Leaned in. In.


"Are you okay?"

He was staring at her.

"Sorry. I was lost in thought." She sighed.

For a split second, she saw the blues in his eyes. He knew.

She sighed. “Come on, let’s go. Audrey must be waiting for you.”

He ruffled his curls. “Indeed.”

They rose and silently left the shore as the waves raged on.


Beverly Cleary, Fifteen

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