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From Time to Gender, what is the relation? In some parts of the world, gender decides your growth pace, often cerebral growth but in some places both mental and physical growth. This podcast will tell you more. Further, this is no Time to brood over lost time but about learning to throw caution to the wind for being of the marginalised gender. The speaker here on conditions of anonymity shares her present plight with her GENDER.

Poems have the strength to fight and uproot what other medicines cannot even dare to, and they work in the most mysterious manner, testifies our speaker. However, in this instance of being mindful of the finite nature of Time, and of the role her gender plays in further delaying her growth, she is rather keen to get on with it. The poem is The Wish, By A Young Lady by Laetitia Pilkington.

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From Guilt to Time, the transition might appear odd. Well, it is not. Listen to the episode and you'll know why. Further, I am not going to lament and feel guilty about having lost Time, rather I cannot afford to when I have been made aware how prized Time is. The speaker here on conditions of anonymity shares her present plight with TIME.

Poems have the strength to fight and uproot what other medicines cannot even dare to, and they work in the most mysterious manner, testifies our speaker. However, in this instance of having discovered the finiteness of Time, she is rather keen to get on with it. The poem is As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden, read for the podcast by Ashwin Menon and Shruthi Kutty.

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Guilt enters your life, your Conscience, sometimes, even unbeknown to you. It then seeps deep and fattens in your chest weighing you down, clipping your wings. It then draws in your air, your vitality and thrives parasitically. By the time you raise your hand to save yourself it has made form its clutch that your host body is awfully weak to fight it. The speaker here on conditions of anonymity shares her present clash with GUILT.

Poems have the strength to fight and uproot what other medicines cannot even dare to and they work in the most mysterious manner, testifies our speaker. However, in this instance of struggle with GUILT she has to find out what the remedy could be and if it could be Conscience by Henry David Thoreau.

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