So..
In Orhan Phamuk's book,Snow.. a rebellion is brewing and shimmering in the middle of silently falling snow. Turmoil in the midst of peace.
Everday we face such rebellions. Some big Some small. Some in our minds Some beyond. Some on convictions and Some on oppositions.
Nonetheless it makes us rebels in some form or the other..
Pappu CAN dance sala!
To be contd.In the process of collecting/observing "popular" rebellions..
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