Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of Psst that you usually can't even hear because you're in such a rush to or from something important you've tried to engineer.

Most communities attempting to survive under irresistible pressure from a dominant culture develop a myth that allows them to believe they are somehow a special people. Chosen. Favored by the gods.

On her son Rene: Oh my God, when he&#39;s 20 years old what&#39;s going to happen to me? I&#39;m gonna marry him.

Written By Samarendra mohanty

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