And I felt sorry, and I have felt bad about what happened.

Yum gumaan tha khud ki shakshiyat p muje...
Jalti chita ko dekh kr nasha choor ho gya.

I want to feel the rain on my face, to smile at any man I feel attracted to, to accept all the coffees men might buy for me. I want to kiss my mother, tell her I love her, weep in her lap, unashamed of showing my feelings, because they were always there even though I hid them.

Maybe that’s what a leader is, Dinah. The one person who can’t—who shouldn’t—share her problems with anyone else.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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