whisper

As his widow started speaking, she looked upwards and whispered a silent prayer.

But she pays little attention as she fusses around the grave and whispers sweet nothings to her dead son.

“Lunch shaming,” as it came to be called, was no longer a whisper — it was headline news.

He calls the space “the ultimate glam dress-up room” and mentions the whispers he hears of major fashion houses stopping by Palace to gather inspiration.

We must answer it — not in whispers, but in a voice rising from fields and factories, car washes and classrooms, border towns and city halls.