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Death And His Bride


Death was a lonely man who traveled on a dancing black Horse. And wherever he went, he is hated, everyone spurns him, curses him and treats him with hatred. Wounded but valiant he carries on his lonely work. After eons of this torment, something magical happens. A beautiful young girl falls in love with him. She yearns to be with him. 
But death thought wasn't good enough for her, that he leaves only misery and terror in his wake, and the lovely girl deserved somebody better. So, he got on his horse and rode away from her
She started to run behind him in her beautiful red dress, her long hair flying in the air, the void in her heart acting as her compass.
She chases him across countries, continents and seas.
But he knows that if he lays a finger on her, her twinkling eyes will grow dull, her glowing skin will turn ashen, and his beautiful girl will turn into cold stone.
Death is torn asunder, he can't be with her, he loves her, she loves him, she insists on embr…

Feminism And Love In Ramayana : A Short Note

I, always, since I was a child had a problem with Rama sending Sita away into exile cause of a washerman's gossip tale. But I'm reading the history of England,  and  the  Yorks fell from throne and were driven into abject misery and the country taken over by  the greedy, evil Lancaster-Tudors because the Prince married a girl he loved instead of one he was promised to as a contract to keep the kingdom in harmony.  And as I was reading it I understood his love for the girl, but in his position his priority should have been his subjects,  a whole country punished for his impulsiveness.
Of course the right thing to do would have been to step down himself and given the kingdom to his brother.
Rama could have stepped down, handed over the kingdom to Bharat and left with Sita. 
But if for some reason he thought Bharat wouldn't make an efficient king,  what he did was right.
Some feminists are quick to judge...
But to a king his subjects are a higher priority than his per…