What Animal Farm Taught Me About Humans When I first read Animal Farm and the animals started chanting, "Four legged good, two legged bad," I felt every bit of that song. At first it sounds funny, almost childish. But somewhere deep down, I understood what Orwell was trying

Sundays in childhood had a rhythm of their own. The smell of hot parathas in the kitchen, the pressure cooker whistling before lunch, my mamma moving around the house to calm her OCD'ic mind while the television played in the background. Those mornings felt predictable in the best