If it could, my shaddow would dance away.
As my crumbling self would succumb under the weight of my thoughts.
We sing our sighs in chorus. 140 more words
Even after working in some of the most elite organizations in the country, I have realised that injustice prevails everywhere, that the right words spoken before the right people may not always create the desired impact, that the freedom of expressing your ideas or your mind for that matter might be curtailed by your fear of defaming your impression or perhaps losing your job position, that your sense of dressing can be judged or far worse policed by people who have absolutely no idea of fashion themselves, that standing up for what you believe or speaking up with audacity might end up making you look like a hot- tempered, ill-mannered person, that discrimination in the form of religion, caste, community, region and even gender exists in the minds of the most enlightened ones. 17 more words