Why India needs Feminism.

As the people of India might know, the results of the Joint Engineering Entrance exam were declared recently. Apart for the annoying ads of the coaching institutions punctuating every TV show, news show and sports telecast, social media is alive with people congratulating one another, kids proudly posting their ranks and seniors from the various IITs jumping in to advice them. 

Admist all this chaos that prevails every year, one fact surfaced.

Scarred.

(A/N : So this is a small spn imagine I whipped up today. It's set somewhere in the middle of season 10. Dean still has his mark and Sam's secretly dealing with Rowena. Anne and Daryl are my new characters on the show. Anne is like Dean and Sam's really close friend and hunting partner and Daryl would be the new Garth (or the new new Bobby XD ). I've not changed any big facts as I'm new to playing with characters. Hope you guys like it! :) Reviews make me happy!)

It was almost 6 am. Dean sat in the bunker’s kitchen, clutching a glass of Bobby’s favourite whiskey. Swirling the contents, he stared at the amber liquid as it whirl pooled in the crystal glass. His mind wandered over to the events of the last couple of months.

Taking up the Mark of Cain had been necessary. To kill Abaddon. To save the world, yet again. And he knew it. That didn't stop him from regretting and resenting it though. The Mark was supposed to be the end of something foul and terrible. Not the beginning of something even worse.

Sighing, he downed the glass and poured himself another peg out of the bottle.

The incident with Charlie had really gotten to him. He hated himself for doing what he had done. But there was a part of him - a part growing more potent with everyday that passed, a part he was trying to keep dormant with gallons of alcohol - that had enjoyed it. That had craved the blood. The scream of terror and pain. The death.

The Camera - a short story

He picked up his camera yet again. I pretended not to notice. He was always doing this. Taking pictures of everything and anything around him. And I heard it click.
Another picture to join the thousands that already lay scattered in our tiny home.
I wondered sometimes..what he saw in those small things.
In a flower petal. In a crooked branch. In an oval pebble.
He’d talk to random people on the road. He’d take their pictures. And the smile he had on his face when he compiled all of it later in his little scrapbook was amazing. He looked as if he’d won the world.
I decided to find out one day.

The time I watched 'Unbroken'

                  

My college has this awesome one movie per week thing going on where they screen a movie every saturday in a huge amphitheatre that we call the OAT. And a little over a year ago, they were screening this movie called unbroken. I didn't know what it was about, I didnt know who was in it. I just saw the name Angelina Jolie in the mail and went 'cause I knew I wouldn't be disappointed if it was her and I really loved watching movies in the OAT. 

It turned out to be one of the best movies I ever watched. 

I didn’t really have many expectations seeing as I didn't know much about the plot. However the movie managed to disappoint me in the first couple of minutes when I realized that AJ was behind the movie not in it.  

Anyway, that doesn’t matter now.

So the movie began 5 minutes before I left, or rather, I went in 5 minutes after the movie had begun.
And it’s this story about a little guy who starts running and stuff and he’s in this army and it’s  all during the world war...and I know my words are not making much sense here.....but it’s a movie and it’d take a book to explain a movie properly..so, yeah.
It’s just amazing how movies and books seem to have this effect on us. They inspire us. We can't help but mentally pull the character into a hug and console him/her when we see their trouble. Every step in the character’s life, somehow, becomes our own.