I was busy last week getting myself worked up by my seething anger at the way Taslima Nasreen was treated for what she wrote. And by my arguments defending free speech. Now I feel I need some respite from polemics. I need a little fresh air that can perhaps dissipate my anger and anguish so that I can rejuvenate myself for unbundling my personal feelings against future instances of injustice. Perhaps I can afford the luxury of brief period of relaxation before we are all bombarded with stories of more serious attatcks on human dignity, freedom of expression and the right to be irreverent. May be we are still safeguarded against barbarians of all hues trying to break the gates of our cosy little castles of freedom. But when I pause and hearken, I think I can distinguish furtive voices preparing to knock down the walls that we once thought were very strong. May be it is my imagination. May be everything is as beautiful as I want it to be. May be it is a nightmare that just disturbs my sleep. How strongly I wish it is just a case of sleep disorder. So I need some relaxation to get over the problem. Goodbye. Till the urge comes to air my thoughts and feelings.
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