Feels like I make choices every day that genuinely could have gone differently, so it's hard to believe it was all somehow already decided.
Feels like I make choices every day that genuinely could have gone differently, so it's hard to believe it was all somehow already decided.
There's something that terrifies me about the idea that every choice I've ever made, every person I've loved, every mistake I've regretted, was simply the inevitable output of physics set in motion before I was even born -- I need to believe I'm actually the author of my own life.
Is caste-based reservation system still necessary in modern India?