If you haven’t watched / listened to Sarah Kay’s Spoken word poem, A Love Letter from a ToothBrush to a Bicycle Tire, you should:
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Precipice (and Core, there’s no difference) of a Yogi
We Sometimes Marry Our Relatives
I was coming back to home from the market after purchasing a box of curd, when it dawned on me. No wait… (Ziiiiizz zzziiip… (the sound of rewinding)). It wasn’t when I was walking back that is dawned on me. It had started dawning on me when I saw the picture of my mother’s paternal grandfather, in my Nani’s (my maternal grandmother) room. He looked like this:
So, that was it. I had just got to know my great grandfather’s identity, after years of not really asking anyone who this person hanging on the wall was. As I was bringing the curd back home, this thought extend to this possibility. My great grand father must have had her brothers and/or sisters. I do not know where their lineage went. I think Mum would have her doubts about people’s whereabouts as well. This gap of ancestral root keeps furthering out. As we all know, this world is a small place. As bleak a chance it sounds to bump into an old college or high school friend / acquaintance, it keeps happening from time to time, no matter if that time is over a span of gap. So, my point is, that there is a significant possibility that we might marry a person who is part of our ancestry, which is not that big a deal. But it was astonishing for a second in my head. The finality of an ancestral line ending in a marriage! Or a fight, or make outs, or just glances across a commute or something. Now that’s Sonder!
The First Time I Realised Pink Is Unisex
I can’t think of a particular demarcation line, the memory is too spread out and vague. But I can guess. First of all a background most of the boys go through, making fun of pink like it was worth it. Girls’ pink colored shoes, tops, the pre conspired assumption that girls are pink all. This is very common, especially when boys go unchecked when making fun of pink, enjoying deriding and dismissing it as Only Girls Like Pink. It is as baseless and preposterous as saying Real Men Don’t Cry. Believe it or not, if you are in a home/surrounding where this is not very common, you are privileged. That’s how common it is in many places including where I live.
The first time I sensed that I might be wrong was when I saw famous Bollywood actor Salman Khan wearing a shade of red/pink (I’m terrible at naming colors (even computers are bad at it)). Okay, that was obviously a joke, and I hate him and his acting (most of his films are intolerable). The first time was when I saw an Uncle (mother’s sister’s husband) wearing it on a regular office way. Trust me, I said to myself This isn’t really girlish at all! It looks so cool!
From that day onwards I’ve marveled at this fact often, and have conquered more such unbearable and stupid biases. This was written with the prompt given by Daily Prompt! I hope I’m able to write more on the upcoming prompts! See ya!
PS: If you are a noncomputer guy/gal/them and you didn’t understand the even computers are bad at it joke, please comment and ask me and I’d be happy to tell!
Journey My Brain 
