Essay: Discourse in the time of cholera
1 min readJeetu muses on the power of silences and the magic of words
Why is it that something scrawled on paper works?
Squiggly marks bravely carrying on the weight of meaning in their curlicues and curves, straights and serifs, wondering and pondering in conventional lines. After all, these are just crafted thoughts–skilfully or otherwise. But nothing so grand as to have us drool over them, be adoring slaves and frowning guardians, swatting away those who do not like them–that is, the barbarians.
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