Hello there :) My name is Ankita. I'm an amateur writer and this blog is just a lot of things that make me smile or inspire me. It is, I feel, a very accurate representation of who I feel I am. Right now, right this moment. Which is funny, because really this blog is just a collection of photographs, quotes and bits of art. But they are photographs and quotes and art that hit home for me; that make me feel connected to the world as well as to myself. Hopefully you'll find something that inspires you too.
Okay, so enough about me, What's your name?
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Paris, 2013
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Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.
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I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats,
With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats,
To keep their little heads,
From falling in the snow,
And I turned ‘round and there you go,
And Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
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On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and He then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.
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