If there was ever a book written about me, this will be it. It’s the story of my life written in a book. It connected to me on a personal level. The main protaganist’s dislike for his name, his dual life growing up. Everything is relatable. Give the article a read to know more.
Things I learned after living in a hostel for 10 years. For a young adult, starting hostel life is the first step into an independent life. Or so you think. Anyone at that age would welcome the thought of staying alone, given the freedom it offers. No one to question your late nights, parties, sneakingContinue reading “6 Life Hacks living in a Hostel taught me.”
Life of a Middle Child and the Middle Child Syndrome. What’s the one thing Princess Diana and I have in common, you ask? If the title already didn’t give it away. Apart from the obvious good looks and charm, we both are Middle Children. Although, I must confess that in course of writing this articleContinue reading “One thing I have in common with Princess Diana.”
The internal battles we fight to feel valid. It’s been two months since we shifted base to Husband’s home town .Given that my mother-in-law had some health concerns, we felt its best to come home and stay with her for a while. Back home when the lockdown was enforced, normal routines took a back seatContinue reading “Why the obligation ladies?”
She came into our lives on a sunny July afternoon. Anticipation, anxiety, excitement all bubbled up together inside. Days of wait was over and here she was, given to us. Small, timid, fragile were words that resonated of her. I was scared, so was she. A new home, new people, new surrounding. It was allContinue reading “Rumi”
In the present times, with the advent of social media and various other platforms. Its become easy for users to sit behind their smart devices and spew hate. World has become bitter and finding love in this scenario is vital. This poem sheds light on how to stop hate around and spread love instead. Click to read.
An article which is special in many ways, it reminds me of home and the memories connected. Onam, a festival all Keralites celebrate comes with a lot of memories. Read through for mine.
“Anxiety had reached a different level now, the fear of unknown is more powerful than any. We had no clue whether we’ll make it alive, out of this bus, which was nothing compared to the sea of water all around us. It seemed like the bus will fail us, all the water seeping in could have broken it. But the driver didn’t give up, he persevered through.”
Leading an unfulfilled life because of fear? Read this. Fear, Oh Fear. Why art thou so unfair? Guess the answer to this question will never surface. Like all the unanswered mysteries of this universe, fear remains unsolved. It can be exhausting at times. It can be caused or created. It has no one source, yetContinue reading “Gripped in the shackles of Fear.”
She came running to me huffing & puffing across the massive sports field in our school. Her cheeks all red, her forehead smeared in sweat and eyes watery. And she asked “ Why didn’t you say goodbye to me?”. Taken aback by the sudden intervention and burst of love, I couldn’t comprehend what just happened.Continue reading “My First Best Friend”