Warmness of days
Sun began to grow hot,
Immoderate hot,
No scanty shadow of tree,
Here I got.
The whole body turns
Into spasm
When sun smiles
In sarcasm.
Makeup hides pain
The Roman philosopher Plautus wrote: “A woman without paint is like food without salt.” Makeup is often seen as a tool for enhancing beauty, a way to add a splash of color or sculpt a face. But for many, it's so much more. It's a shield, a mask, a form of armor against the world. Beneath layers of foundation and concealer, a different story unfolds—one of sorrow, struggle, and emotional pain. We've all been there: getting ready for work or a night out, meticulously applying our makeup to create a flawless look. Perhaps we've just had an argument, received bad news, or are simply feeling overwhelmed. The act of putting on makeup becomes a meditative ritual, a way to distract ourselves from the turmoil within. Each stroke of the brush, each dab of the sponge, helps to build a facade of normalcy. We are, in effect, painting on a brave face, hoping that the vibrant lipstick or perfectly winged eyeliner will convince both others and ourselves that everything is okay. Thi...
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