“Just imagine. Imagine a world one hundred, two hundred, three hundred years from now, a world in which not only the best-educated people but also the brightest minds and the deepest souls express themselves only in English. Imagine a world in which all other languages have been reduced to silliness. Imagine the world subjected to the tyranny of a singular “Logos.” What a narrow, pitiful, and horrid world that would be! To live in such a world would be infinitely sadder, I am sure, than to be confined to the asymmetry we have now.”
"Now to the language of love (or at least my proclamation of it), is Punjabi. I call it the language of love since it was the language of my grandmother who I treat as the epitome of love." this is just beautiful hard hitting writing zoyi! Beautiful work!
Beautiful expressions. Coming from a Hindi background and writing mostly in English language, I find myself sometimes in what you have written in such a beautiful manner including the part of Amrita pritam's poetry and your grandmother story upon which a separate post can be written.
"Now to the language of love (or at least my proclamation of it), is Punjabi. I call it the language of love since it was the language of my grandmother who I treat as the epitome of love." this is just beautiful hard hitting writing zoyi! Beautiful work!
Beautiful expressions. Coming from a Hindi background and writing mostly in English language, I find myself sometimes in what you have written in such a beautiful manner including the part of Amrita pritam's poetry and your grandmother story upon which a separate post can be written.