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Keeping this thread going with pages from my personal sketchbook ✍️

Today’s book recommendation is Mineke Schipper’s Never Marry a Woman with Big Feet. It examines more than 15,000 sayings about women, drawn from 150 countries and more than 240 languages. Through proverbs, it looks into the status of women in cultures and societies in the world.

Hi folks, after my full time stint at @WeAreRangDe, I’m back to freelance work. If you need help with content strategy, building a LinkedIn presence or community building/engagement - send me a DM Special soft corner for those working in the impact/development sector 😊✨

You think it’s not going to happen, and then it does

i’ve had enough of corporate slop, matchbox eye cleanse:

The "europoor" discourse migrating from terminally online Twitter to the WSJ op-ed is actually a big tell. When a narrative stops being a meme and becomes establishment messaging, it means the establishment needs it. You simply don't reach for "but Europe is poor!" unless your domestic numbers have become very hard to spin for the citizenry. Millennials and Gen Z have no memory of American prosperity - you can't revive the American dream, because they never lived it. And if they ever compare their median household situation to, say, Denmark or Belgium, the math is simply not mathing. Just go with the truth (for once!) and admit the U.S. has been run as an economic extraction zone for a narrow class of people, and the bill is now coming due. Pointing at Europeans won't make average Americans grocery bill or insurance premiums go lower.

It's amazing how many events in my life as a person with anxiety can be accurately described by this image

Bean on A.I

walking around outside is like scrolling with your body

Not really working out with a weight goal ever. I just want to feel every part of my body so minutely that every muscle or tendon or fascia or bone will literally beam a vision of itself into my brain when I activate it. Need that

“All for” writes courage of journalism paper from an airconditioned office about INR 20k. Tells you more about the paper, which readers it believes it serves than about the tragedy.

people who get off at my bus stop have a certain wisdom all too rare in the world today. people who get off at the bus stop before mine are doubtless idlers. people who get off at stops after mine have ways that are foreign and uncertain but one imagines idolatrous

India does not shut down for extreme heat because the Indian citizen has been trained to treat suffering as a national virtue. Sit in a 45°C classroom. Commute in a metal box. Work outside till your brain starts cooking. Stand in election rallies, court corridors, factory floors, construction sites, coaching centres, government offices, traffic jams and railway platforms like this is normal human existence. Then clap because some neta gave a revdi, invoked caste pride, promised vishwaguru status, or shouted about some civilisational issue that will not reduce the temperature of your skull by even 1 degree. Human life has very little value in a poor country where people themselves have been conditioned not to demand basic dignity. The state treats citizens like serfs because citizens keep proving they are willing to live like serfs.

I am happy for Raghav Chadha. He can finally move on from raising superficial issues like "Why is there sugar in soft drinks?" for social media views, to more weighty issues like "Should Muslims have rights?" for real power and prestige in #NewIndia.

The first two illustrations I made for my print club

ever since i was a little girl i knew i didn’t respect authority figures

Five years ago today, I took these photos of one of our lemon trees in Beit Lahia, in northern Gaza. Two and a half years have passed since our home was bombed by Israel and reduced to rubble. For just as long, no one has watered the trees or tended the garden. The lemon tree, along with the oranges, olives, mangoes, peaches, eggplants, and so much else we grew, did not survive the terrorist Israeli attack. And yet, the sun has never stopped shining. Every day, it rises as if still searching for those trees, for the life that once filled that garden. That is what I choose to remember when I think of home: not the ruins resting over my books and clothes, but the light, the growth, and the garden that once lived there.

Tweet: "fuck this brownie is so good rn" Ten immediate replies: "Well said. Brownies combine eggs, granulated sugar, and cocoa powder in a way that quietly elevates the culture. They're not just a snack, they're a vibe."

2025 sketchbook highlights! (part 1)

i feel like the one thing people are forgetting is that most of the time pushing pixels is way more fun clocking in to the prompt factory