Malinda Words

Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.

Showing posts with label Ananthi Sasitharan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ananthi Sasitharan. Show all posts
29 March 2014

No one gives a hoot about truth, it seems

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There can be no ‘reconciliation’ (whatever that means) without ‘closure’ (whatever that means).  There can be no closure without ‘truth’ (wh...
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23 March 2014

Ananthi Sasitharan remembers (well)

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[In a parallel universe, of course] I am aggrieved and so are my children.  I don’t know where my husband is and they don’t know...
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