Calling them devadasis we insult God Himself in the name of religion.
It's not just words. Action expresses priorities.
Every expression of truth has in it the seeds of propagation, even as the sun cannot hide its light.
A satyagrahi loves his so-called enemy even as he loves his friend. He has no enemy.
Perfection is only an ideal for man; it cannot be attained, for man is made imperfect.
It is a tragedy that religion for us means, today, nothing more than restrictions on food and drink, nothing more than adherence to absence of superiority and inferiority.