Here are a few lines from Rabindranather Proti (To Rabindranath), Sukantas moving tribute to the great man:Your incandescent presence, in my solitary moments even now,Seeps through me like a heady fragrance.Even now my drooping heart rises to your song,And I can defy hungers frigid stare carelessly.The golden soil which is your gift to our souls,Does offer up rich harvests even todayAfter this fulsome homage, Sukanta proceeds to locate his poem in contemporary history: I am a poet of the famine, nightmares torment me each day, Death stares me in the face endlessly
If a woman from the "better" classes smoked, in the middle-years of Victoria's reign, it was an indication that she was "fast." But as time moved on, so too did the attitudes toward smoking
You can read all of the legal blah blah blah (as my little niece says) on the full disclosure page
Being more attuned to the flavours of natural, whole foods makes it easier to make nutritious choices and find satisfaction in meals that don't rely on excessive salt, sugar, or unhealthy additives
- Sellers targeting children, bypassing controls on sale of tobacco to under-18
EDGE OF THE NIGHT - Black Vanilla, Soft Spices, Red Musk, Chypre Base
