When we think about any aspect of being alive whether its breathing or beating of heart, we all at some point take a diversion to materialism of soul or in colocial words judging a book by its cover. It’s obvious and very humane to judge but a bit inhumane to judge a charecter on the basis of space between her or his thighs.

We as a whole admire the boundless thoughts of various thinkers but we judge the intelectual capabilities of being by their boundries, their class, their crocery, their roof, their foreign language accent and what not. In fact I wrote this article in english just for the reason that millenials find it attractive and appealing to read, again judging at the very best. The problem of changing views due to extra load start from the home itself and that too for the better thinking half of the world in a very discriminatory fashion because we live and grew up in world where masses where taught, “poster hit to picture hit”, again hypocrisy with a successful move telling society very clearly what is good and what is bad by just judging dress, accent, religion, sexual preference, class and broadly shape.

Shape, it changes for a person as we are not ornaments we express, though in a subtle manner sometimes, but we do and it’s hurtful in a time like this to just judge and not read the content within, not understanding the poetry of that soul the seasons kept within, the art expressing passion and most importantly the smile that can even wound the mighty shyam.
So before reviewing the book read about it’s radhika.