So I am back at my tertiary home after two years and judging by the amount of visa-related drama it took to get here, this trip is already promising to be quite epic before it has even started. Till last week nothing was certain, the signs weren’t hopeful and the ‘travel planning’ group on whatsapp …
I took this picture when I had visited Rameshwaram recently and it seemed like the perfect backdrop for this poem.
This journal from Matrikas is quite possibly the best journal I’ve seen. Since the day I received it, I haven’t been able to stop looking at it fondly, it is that beautiful and captivating. It has these therapeutic colouring pages that can immediately calm you down or add a spark to a lazy monotonous work day. …
You never gave up on me, she said, amazed. I couldn’t, he replied, I could see that You were in the process of adapting Yourself to a mundane, normal life, Devoid of any passion, and I Couldn’t let that happen. Why, she asked, more amazed than before. ‘Cause you’re my love, he replied softly. ~ …
Your hair, he said, Smells like the warm Midnight summer breeze. Anyone can fall in love with you with just a Whiff of your hair. ~ Karen Xavier
Pens dipped in amber dreams Etched deep those forgotten realms The orchards grew warm so soon And life took on a different hue Standing on the steps I hear A whispered tune from ages past The ground shook beneath my feet Through worlds I traverse now. ~ Karen Xavier
What can I say about a man who brought new meaning to life, Life isn’t about just existing, he would often say But Being Alive to the wonders of everyday moments. This is what stands out most in his sermons: The eagerness and joy in living a simple life made extraordinary By the power of …
Home is never home without copious amount of fish frolicking in rivers or lakes nongu sarbath (a palmyra fruit drink) being immersed in nature the ocean breeze Mathew’s cake from Trivandrum digging for treasure at the platform book shops in Trivandrum coconut groves long walks in the colony with friends mom’s fun church/walking gang …