Using the Easter break to get through some writing and coming up short? Here’s Ladoul‘s thought of the day on #writersblock ✍️ Reveal are profiling talented individuals in the indie industry who deserve some exposure. 🎬 Shoot us a message with your nominations now for who to feature! ❤️ #discoverindependenttalent#filmmakersrevolution
«Закону тут не место» 🛑 - комедия о том, как в маленьком сицилийском городке наконец-то выбрали честного мэра! Но☝️совсем скоро местные жители стали этому не рады, потому что, оказывается, надо соблюдать законы 📃, главное, самому, а не бесконечно тыкать пальцем в кого-то другого.
Люди были не готовы 🙅🏻♀️ к такой тотальной честности: где обещания предвыборной компании выполняются, а родственники 👨👩👧👦 новоиспеченного мэра тоже обязаны стоять в очереди . Комедия с специфическим юмором и чересчур вычурной актерской игрой оказалась драмой 🎭, в конце которой, я поняла, что, наверное, тоже была бы не готова жить в 💯 законопослушном городе, но попробовать бы очень хотелось..
Ну, по крайней мере, честность перед самой собой, это уже первый шаг 🙄.
The Night of Silent Tears(Part-8/9)
I came back home with Arya. I spent the whole day in my college. I walked through every corridor. Re lived the time I wasn't someone's wife or someone's mother or someone's daughter. It was just me Anamika. A woman whose husband only married her because of his mothers' wishes. A women who was harmed and betrayed by the man who was supposed to be her protector, her better half. I had to let him go and try to live my life, I thought as I entered my house with Arya. I froze when I saw varun in the living room, his eyes were bloodshot I thought he was drunk again but he seemed sober. He was holding a letter. I sent Arya back to her room somehow. I didnt want her to see us fight again.
Varun saw me and he cried more. I sat beside him and he handed me the paper. It was a letter from Kriya. I read each word carefully. I read it twice and the only question in my mind was Why was he crying? Was it because Kriya left? Or was it because he wanted our marriage to work again."I am sorry Anamika. I am the worst husband in the whole world. I never tried to understand you. You left your home for me and I was selfish with you. I am sorry I am so so sorry. I wanted to loose myself, but now I know that I can't lose you Anamika. You were there for me when my mom died, you shared my problems and beared everything I put you through. I never want to lose you never. Please give me a chance. I want to make it right. Please please I won't ever drink again. I will love you forever. Please accept me back. You and Arya are my family." As he broke down I just held him. I cried and he cried. That was a night of silent tears.
Climate change is on our minds more than usual this week as campaigners chain themselves to fences and trains in London.
So we asked music legend Brian Eno, Senior Editor at @theeconomist Anne Mcelvoy and CEO of @clientearth_ James Thornton to discuss how we can all help. Watch the video online at IAI.TV - the link's in our bio!
Time is ticking
Time is precious
Time we have to make the best of
Time can pause in life with a camera
Those moments we need to enjoy
Before that fat lady comes with an orchestra
Put in time with loves one's
Because time is ticking
Because time is precious
Time is victorious against
all of us..
peace an Love #giveflowerswhiletherehere..#thoughtoftheday
Sometimes I wonder if life is a script and we are pre-ordered heros or if indeed we have a choice, we can turn a wave into a particle. Who am I? A soldier with a cherry Tree flowers bucket? Who is there to receive my apologies? Scattered rainbows? Destiny is that bucket of light...where you chose only one photon and only one at a time. It may seam free will when you're in the observator chair...it may seam destiny when you're the light reflector itself. "L'escargot ne recule jamais...". #spring#quotes#photography#cherrytrees#forest#nature#brussels# sunny day#springish#life#meditation#reflection#thoughtoftheday#