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What Monday looks like on a Sunday night
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When you're in tune with someone, you don't have to pretend or hide. You can be yourself, and they can be themselves. You accept each other, respect each other, and love each other.
You're in tune with yourself, too.
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Opinion | AI systems that are designed without considering the experiences and needs of diverse populations can perpetuate discrimination and inequality. We are witnessing how gendered names and voices of AI chatbots taking commands from customers are already reinforcing unfair gender stereotypes, writes Swetha Kolluri, Parvathy Krishnan, Rama Devi Lanka for The Hindu - Businessline
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How Edgar Allan Poe set the template for the whodunit and literature in his stories
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Ana de Armas 鉂わ笍
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Revisiting the Art of Book Reading in the Digital Age
Book reading is a cherished habit that has been a source of solace and enlightenment for generations. Whether one is lost in the pages of a thrilling novel or learning from a scholarly text, the experience of reading a book is one that is unmatched.
For those who embrace the joy of reading, the act of opening a book and losing oneself in its pages is a sacred ritual. The peacefulness that comes from being lost in a good book is a feeling that is both calming and rejuvenating. In a world where there is so much chaos and noise, books provide a space where one can find refuge and stillness.
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chiththarthan 2 years
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If someone comes to your house early in the morning and say "You are not good enough for me, bitch" drop your head down, go to your kitchen, find a nice container, pour some water, let it boil till the nicely, take two cups, better than that, look for tongs, lift the container with tongs, ignore the cups, bring the container to where the arrogant bustard is standing with a smug on his face, aim it, pour the hot boiling water in his face and respond "Now, we are even pig!"
1/100 scenario of dealing with heartbreak
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chiththarthan 2 years
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That's Night Shyamalan level twist
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You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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Let us just say that the idea of struggling to make my way in a world of privileged, affluent people exhausted me before I even tried: I was the child of nothing, I had neither beauty not charm, neither past nor ambition; I had not the slightest savoir-fare or sparkle. There was only one thing I wanted: to be left alone, without too many demands upon my person, so that for a few moments each day I might be allowed to assuage my hunger.
Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog (via bookzlovers)
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Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Good old Thanjavur
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"There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it."
Gustave Flaubert
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Let us just say that the idea of struggling to make my way in a world of privileged, affluent people exhausted me before I even tried: I was the child of nothing, I had neither beauty not charm, neither past nor ambition; I had not the slightest savoir-fare or sparkle. There was only one thing I wanted: to be left alone, without too many demands upon my person, so that for a few moments each day I might be allowed to assuage my hunger.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
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