Draupadi

The concepts of law, rules, and morality only hold meaning if they are based on equality. The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks, truth goes silent, and when power speaks, even money takes three steps backwards. Those who create the rules are often the first to break them for rules are chains for the weak and tools for the strong.

In this world, anything good must be fought for, The masters of the game are fiercely competing for resources, while the weak sit idly waiting to be given a share.”

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

Water wouldn't boil fish, 

The sea wouldn't drown sailors, 

Nor fire betray its own kiss. 

If closeness meant mercy, 

Storms would spare the trees, 

The sun would cradle deserts, 

And wounds would bloom with ease. 

But nature holds no promise, 

Nor does fate shed a tear, 

For even the shore, 

though it loves the waves, 

Watches them disappear. 

If love alone could save, 

The night would shelter the stars, 

The thorn would soften for roses, 

Was it so selfish of me to not want my whole life to be an act of letting go? For once, I wasn't scared. I wanted to hold on to something, to belong, to arrive somewhere and never have to leave.