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A student, on discovering a drawing on the white board, raises the eraser with one hand…

My friend captured a very important part of this person’s life and I am thankful to God I got to read it. It’s very important to realize that even if society injures the soul inside preserves it…

Etches of Ink and Light

A student, on discovering a drawing on the white board, raises the eraser with one hand to erase the colours out of existence, this drawing of a butterfly, with wings teeming with inscriptions, perched on a twirling leaf.

He looks at me, “I will erase this,” and brings the eraser closer to the drawing.

“You can,” I reply, “It’s only ink on white board.”

He stops midway—“No, this is beautiful,” and leaves the spot without erasing the artwork.

What happened to this child who has often torn papers, ruined artworks in the face of rules and behaviour management techniques? What happened?

Could it be that on facing the enormous potential of his action and the transience of the world around him, this confluence of action-that-enacts-responsibility and perception-that-defies-permanence roused in him the sublime passing of beauty?

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You Don’t Have To Be Pretty – On YA Fiction And Beauty As A Priority

In a culture that expects men and women to be exceedingly beautiful or sexy its refreshing to see a writer write on how beautiful the character is internally as in ‘“Fine. You’re not pretty. So?” He kisses my cheek. “I like how you look. You’re deadly smart. You’re brave…’ that is important. I am saying that beauty is more or less subjective so making a standard is pretty silly many a times

The Belle Jar

“I’m not trying to be self-deprecating,” I say, “I just don’t get it. I’m younger. I’m not pretty. I –”

He laughs, a deep laugh that sounds like it came from deep inside him, and touches his lips to my temple.

“Don’t pretend,” I say breathily. “You know I’m not. I’m not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty.”

“Fine. You’re not pretty. So?” He kisses my cheek. “I like how you look. You’re deadly smart. You’re brave. And even though you found out about Marcus …” His voice softens. “You aren’t giving me that look. Like I’m a kicked puppy or something.”

“Well,” I say. “You’re not.”

Veronica Roth, Divergent

These might be some of the most revolutionary sentences ever to be written in a young adult novel. In fact, they’re pretty incredible no matter what the genre. These words may not look like much, but trust…

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