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" Who is in there? !  Answer eh! " The shadow trembled .                 " Are you black or white?!"          " I am hungry, sir. '' The voice replied. Why is it that souls are judged on the basis of their colour?  This disgraceful conjecture which has been dejecting people  for centuries, seems on an external tenure. When will it bear a full stop? Be it the western nations, where it determines a person's status or the southern, where it decides a person's magnitude of beauty. Although, this mind set is hobbling downwards, yet some vestiges are still sparky, which are needed to be hushed off.  A.S.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
My Fair Lady
" Who is in there? !  Answer eh! " The shadow trembled .                 " Are you black or white?!"          " I am hungry, sir. '' The voice replied. Why is it that souls are judged on the basis of their colour?  This disgraceful conjecture which has been dejecting people  for centuries, seems on an external tenure. When will it bear a full stop? Be it the western nations, where it determines a person's status or the southern, where it decides a person's magnitude of beauty. Although, this mind set is hobbling downwards, yet some vestiges are still sparky, which are needed to be hushed off.  A.S.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
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