Thursday, 15 May 2025
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Sunday, 11 May 2025
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Friday, 2 May 2025
Why we read
Words are sneaky little things.
Written by someone,
read by someone else.
The writer could have had a life completely different from ours,
Or exactly the same.
We could be years apart,
May not even live in the same century.
Maybe it's written in one language,
And I've read it in another.
None of that will matter.
Because words transcend time, distance, gender, sex, class, all sorts of divides.
When you read something and you resonate with it,
You're connected directly to the writer's soul,
their innermost essence,
from where the words came.
For those moments, you're one.
And you're understood,
made less lonely by someone you've
probably never even met.
I guess music does this too,
so do the arts.
This is why we need them.
They're a conduit between people.
It's a higher something we can tap into,
Searching for someone who felt like us,
So we can feel like we belong.
Even if no one else now gets it,
This author from 1875 does.
- Gaythri Madhavann
02 May 2025