While the emerging midde class of India and the world embrace fast fashion with open arms, the effects it has on our planet and millions around it are often devastating, and the fashion industry has been "all hat and no cattle" about their harmful impact on the world.
It's been a long-drawn war between two of the biggest comic franchises. Some MARVEL fans might be wondering why I wrote DC first and not MARVEL, well I prefer to compare alphabetically!
I'm sorry for what I said, when I was into video games.
POEM PARODY: 21/3/2022 TWO FOOLS MET AT A GROCERY STORE; (a piece on how I couldn’t buy melons because of love) A twisted parody of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
My world ran on the profoundness of my insecurities. My world rested on a graveyard of dreams that fear massacred. My world gave me hidden strength to fight it back, but I didn’t want to. It doesn't matter now because I found you.
I am tired of telling people that I am not lying and hence I am writing this so that someday someone finds it in themselves to believe me, just for once. I just hope my words on a piece of paper will not vanish just like the pictures have. None of it was a lie
A modern-day parody of Robert Frost's 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' - an ode to all your friends who are the bane of Netflix's revenue.
It is a strange world, you know? We are not ruled by monarchs or a stagnant, unchangeable organization, yet we are not completely free in our lives. True we have laws, justice etc. but do we truly have democracy in our lives? Any decision we want to take we are bound by the thoughts and feelings of others. Humans hardly live alone. You think I am talking about the rest of the world? What is society going to think? You are wrong. I am talking about our own families. You need to think about the well being of every member and in the end you start ignoring yourself.
Taking a long breath, Izzy stepped inside her sister’s living room. Taking in every detail of her Sister’s home she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She smiled, touching a picture of herself with her sister, the last picture that was taken before Lexi left. Running her hands through other pictures, most of which were paintings either bought or made by Lexi herself, she asked, “Do you remember your fifteenth birthday, Lexi?”