Throughout our lives, we hope to find our stable ground on substantial relationships which ultimately wither away. What do you do when you are now on a ground that is disappearing faster than you imagined?
'Baadal ko chhune ki chaahat to thii, udne ka armaan nahi thha magar. De diya mujhko ek ajnabi aasmaan, mere pairon se meri zameen chheen li.'
Khalid Hoseinni’s third outing is very different from the first two masterpieces. The first one portrayed a painful guilt-ridden relationship between father and son. Second portrayed a heart warming fearless tale of two strong women overarached with protective motherly affection. The third one is not only about a brother sister duo separated for 58 years.
Guilt is a common theme in all three books. ATME has most wonderfully portrayed the sensitive and often critical mother-child relationship. It answers lot many complex questions one might have about their mother; the soothing conclusion being - she loves you in her own idiosyncratic way.
Nabi-Suleiman’s story was gripping. I cried when I read what Roshi wrote on the autographed copy of her book for Idris. A cruel kindness, one that Idris was worthy of.
Each character’s POV creates a comforting tale showing human relationships through a spectrum of various emotions. The writing style flows perfectly between flashback and current time creating a beautiful effect that is unique, charmingly confusing and effective.
'…people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they're afraid of.”
“I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.”—Khalid Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed
I will get over you. Even though there was no closure, I will. I will let my heart prepare for excruciating pain that will last for months. But this pain will be less painful than the pain I get daily from not hearing from you, not looking into your eyes, not telling you silly things, not letting you go.
I will be fine. I guess. I am hopeful.
The mere thought of stretching this comatose relationship while putting it on odd messages’ ventilator support is inhuman. It needs to be set free; to be euthanised - into an indefinite dead stage, where you and I could breathe finally.
We have been choking on each others’ monumental expectations, on each others’ time windows. I beg, you yearn - this needs to be stopped. We need to be brave. We need to mingle in our own social circles to help us fill the vacuum we have left in each others’ laughter. I will be slightly tipsy while dressed looking all sorts of gorgeusness. Not thinking even once about clicking a pic for you. Not thinking even once if you could be there in the mix of crowd as my comforting face telling me shhhhhh I know you way more than these morons.
I will be fine. You will be fine too. The feelings will remain forever because ‘we are each others’ that single person we will always have feelings for no matter what’. Just that we won’t be talking. We won’t be expecting anything anymore. We will find another person who will help us fill in the large vacuum.
One answer lies in the patriarchical origins of rape as a crime of theft. It dates back in the Western canon, as legal scholar Michelle J. Anderson explains, when marriage was “a transfer of property from father to husband and if someone deflowered the virgin, that removed the property rights of the father. Rape was about stealing his property.”
While the rest of the free world has moved away from this antiquated definition, 21st century India seems unwilling to let go, perhaps reluctant to cede the last legal bastion of male authority: the bedroom. Therefore, under the guise of protecting conjugal rights — which ought to be grounds for divorce not rape — we have left intact the notion that a man essentially owns his wife. A wife he can no longer beat or threaten, but can still rape — with full legal impunity.
Amy Poehler:There are a lot of girls who look at you as a role model. Maybe they're really smart and funny but aren't quite getting a lot of boy attention, and they're stressed out about it. What would you say to them?
Tina Fey:You know what? Let the boys practice on other girls. Let them treat other girls like crud, let them learn how to French kiss for, like, 10 years, let them give some other girl a bunch of crappy Valentine's Day gifts, and then you just move in when they're fully formed.
“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”—Andrea Gibson (via khalishh)
“Except you can’t show a topless woman on TV - and you can’t defibrillate a woman in a bra. So victims of heart attacks on TV are *always* male. Did you know that a woman having a heart attack is more likely to have back or jaw pain than chest or left arm pain? I didn’t - because I’ve never seen a woman having a heart attack. I’ve been trained in CPR and Advanced First Aid by the Red Cross over 15 times in my life, the videos and booklets always have a guy and say the same thing about clutching his chest and/or bicep.
And people laugh when I tell them women are still invisible in this world.”—