Happy Women's day

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To all the lovely women (is there another kind? ), Here's wishing you a very happy international women's day.
Picture Credits: VJ

And since it's women's day it's best that men shut up and let the ladies have the day. So with a big thank you from the bottom of our collective hearts for all that you've done for us and a bigger sorry for all that we have done, here's wishing that you gals have a beautiful year filled with nothing but joy, success, freedom and fulfilled dreams. 

Before I stick to my word and shut up, here's one last thing.
One of my friends told me about the dreamcatcher. An ancient native American object ( see picture below ) that the Ojibwe people believed changes a person's dreams. Legend has it that only good dreams would be allowed to filter through it and Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day.
The Dreamcatcher































When the dawn breaks tomorrow, may your fears disappear so that you can do everything you've ever wanted to do with the dreamcatcher watching over you.

Wishing you a very happy women's day once more,

Anirudh Dinesh
Editor-at-large, Dudurudh.



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