It's better to face any snag rather than panic...

Social Darwinists of the day were forever on about the joys of bloody teeth and claws, but they were curiously uncelebratory of speed and deception, poison and surprise.

A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle.  Half my days I cannot bear to touch you. The rest of my time I feel like it doesn’t matter if I will ever see you again. It isn’t the morality, it’s how much you can bear.  No date. No name attached.

Time...some times you are so fast that I can't keep in pace with you, sometimes you are slow that I can't wait for you. But you are always on the move while I want a pause.

Written By Shubhalaxmi Langon

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