Very often, life gives us lemons, and we never make lemonade. We, more often than not, hide those lemons in the murky corners of a rusty fridge. Lying might simply count as dishonesty. Frederick Marryat says, “White lies are ushers to black ones.” Maybe, but not always. We are natural liars and lying is a part of what makes us human. During bad times, we lose our faith, then we lie. We lie to ourselves to spare us the anguish of comprehending the ruin in front of us. Late at night, the foolish thought, ‘Everything will be better,’ crosses my mind. It’s a small white lie with ravaging results. The beauty of this lie remains to be empathy—the ‘humanity’ in humans to be humble to ‘themselves.’ The ravage is a question we ask ourselves: does it ever get better?
Gouri Mangal
Second Year
B.A. (Hons.) Economics
Edited by Ayushi Yadav and Anshika Srivastava
Art curated by: Anamika Chaurasiya
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