The Day My Mother Waited… and I Finally Arrived I want to tell you something that still lies in my heart like a quiet pain.A pain that wakes up every time I remember it. For many years, my Amma lived in our native place in Thrissur,with my younger brother. She was healthy.She was strong.She smiled […]
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Somewhere in this quiet, wide world, someone still carries a memory of me— like a small lamp glowing in a faraway window on a night I can’t quite recall. Perhaps I offered a soft word into their storm, a touch as gentle as warm fingers brushing cold rain. I walked away, but the moment stayed
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My time on this earth is brief,like a quiet flame trying to glow before night takes the sky.So I whisper to my heart,I cannot live a story where my own soul doesn’t fly. I choose the path that calls my name,like a river that knows its way even through stone and rain.This life is my
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At seventy-five, I move through my days like one walking in soft evening light—slow, grateful, touched by shadows that all carry memories. The years behind me glow like quiet lanterns on a calm river, each holding a face, a tear, a smile I once knew. Yet inside me, a small flame—stubborn as a star that
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When I keep my eyes lowered to the ground,the world feels narrow, and my spirit feels bound.But when I gently lift my gaze to the sky,colours awaken in me, rising soft and high. Rainbows never appear when I’m looking down—they wait in the light above my worry and frown.So I look up now, with a
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