Greetings Reader
Does the heart not sing when freedom caressed reality, or does it wail when people dug their own graves and secured a place in the unknown truth? In Greek Mythology, the tale of Arachne was the symbol of how ones own arrogance leads to ones fall from grace. Except Arachne wasn't punished for her pride, she was damned because of her domineering exhibition of the truth, or at least the truth she supposed. So why didn't the witnesses question her or her chastisers' actions? Somehow, we aren't just Arachne or her chastiser, Athena. We are silent witnesses of wrongdoings or misleading. Hath our souls weakened from the ones in most wondrous power? Greetings reader , I am Malavika, your average intersectional feminist with an objective to bring the slightest change in the world, (and an odd addiction to Tv series, and an unhealthy belief in Indie music supremacy). Before you charge, for all of thou cynics out there wondering, here's my answer; No, I don't hate men
