But when women form the habit
Of valuing things for themselves
Then they may be expected
To furiously storm your mind,
To decoy your soul from the love tryst of the eternal;
And to make you smother the voice of the infinite
Through the unmeaning rattle
Of ceaseless movement.
Vaishnavi is a dancer and psychology student. She moves, draws and hikes for her sanity.
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