Anuish

Elegy She stood proud and tall. Her head rose above all. She was home to many and a mother to all. She laughed with the wind, cried with the clouds. Unmatched was her might, majestic her sight. She carried birds on her shoulders, ants on her legs. She fed them mangoes, sweeter than honey. She knew a girl who gave her gifts. The coolest shade she'd give in return. She bore tales old as two decades. She was wise enough to know her end was near. They had axes and ropes. They were men of greed. Their hearts as black as her bark. Their brains rotten like fallen mangoes. They stripped her, tore her apart. Cut her hands and legs, pulled her down. She saw the girl scream. Running around, helpless. She embraced death with the girl in her arms. The bereaved lass wept for her comrade of the grove.  As she did  for many others at the grave.  Under the mango tree Happy Vishu ! This post is a part of  #BlogChatterA2Z 2023 . Previous post:  Lily Next post:  Night/mare

  The morning bird stares at her reflection and fights her new rival. I become the beast scaring them both away  and then wink at the sun  who shines brightly for Lily and me.  Looking outside my window, I feel pity for the water lilies. They are not half as elegant as you. You scold me for frightening her away. Birds are the best friends, you say. You are the reason I believe in goodness. You are the reason God exists. I pray with you every night. You tell me stories filled with light. I could listen to those tales forever and ever. Just to hear your voice, pure and patient. You pick me up  at every fall. You feed me love when I'm sick. You are everything to me. You are everything I want to be.  My sweet granny ma Lily. From  Moana This post is a part of  #BlogChatterA2Z 2023 . Previous post:  Kaleidoscope Next post:  My Mango Tree https://twitter.com/rorinjoshy/status/1572857059376500736?t=bFTZheWPl-EdXW4ACxsTbg&s=35

Web series review Spoiler alert ! Kaleidoscope  is a Netflix original mini-series created by Eric Garcia. It is an American heist drama starring Giancarlo Esposito as Leo Pap/ Ray Vernon. The story follows Ray and his crew of thieves attempting a heist worth seven billion dollars. The show initially streamed on New Year's Day of 2023.    Ray Vernon is the master thief. He aims to rob the SLS vault (the largest security firm on the East Coast) to get back at his old friend/crime-partner Roger Salas who betrayed him during a robbery which led to the death of his wife. Ray ends up spending seventeen years in jail away from his daughter. He escapes out of prison when he finds out that he has Parkinson's. Soon after, he starts devising a plan for a heist and brings together a team to carry out the operation. The team includes Ava Mercer (the weapons specialist and Ray's closest friend), Stan Loomis (the smuggler and Ray's former cellmate), Judy Goodwin (the explosives specia...

  Journaling is a voyage to the interior - Christina Baldwin This is my tenth post of #BlogChatterA2Z2023. To be honest, while writing Anxiety , I never thought I'd make it up to here. It has been surprisingly easy, though. In the beginning, I kept demotivating myself saying I would run out of ideas and that I wouldn't be able to meet the deadlines. But as I sat to write, it felt effortless. It felt like I belonged.  We often find it difficult to express our innermost feelings. Before you know it, it turns into a complicated jumble in your thoughts. That's where writing comes in. You write. The openness of a blank page lying in front of you sucks out your deepest, most tangled feelings, untangles them and helps you spit it all out. It is a way of vomiting out everything that troubles you. The page takes it all in, separating you from it. You feel relieved. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you no longer have to bear the burden alone. You've...

Have you noticed that when you are in a good mood, you are not annoyed by anything? On the other hand, if you are sad or angry, you burst out at even the silliest things? There used to be a time in my life when I used to get mad at every single thing. I used to shout and yell at people over trivial matters, which caused them harm. I had a knack for creating scenes over insignificant issues. In short, I was a drama queen. I guess most teenagers go through this crazy phase of life. But in time, I changed. Life made me change.    I changed into a person who values little things and appreciates all that God has given. Now, I am not boasting here. I have my flaws. I do have occasional bits of anger. But it has gotten a lot better now. I have begun counting my blessings, instead of complaining. I have learned to love life and its twisted ways. Right now, as of where I am mentally, I couldn't be prouder of myself. Last night, I came across an old picture of a house belonging to a fam...

  Every once in a while, my mind takes me back to this place my heart calls home. My school. Home is where family is. Home is where you fear nothing and no one (although you're scared of mama yelling at you for your latest mischief.) "It is where your best self lives." A school is our second home, where we have our second parents - our teachers, our friends - all the love and care, just like the warmth of a family. As someone once said, a school is not an institution, it is an emotion, and I feel blessed to have studied at Carmel CMI Public School, Vazhakulam.    Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere and school is the place that holds the treasure. But school isn't just about academics. With all the time that we spend there, we realize it's much more than that.  Looking back, onto the eight years of my life at Carmel, I see what it has shaped me into. I relish the sweetness of the memories - the classes, the corridors, the celebrations, and ...

 Travel memoir Gujarat is a place that stays very close to my heart. I fell in love with Gujarat when I was seven, during my first visit. Until then, I had only heard stories of how beautiful it was. My mother and aunt were brought up at Surat. My grandparents used to work there. They moved back to Kerala, after my grandfather's retirement. Since then, they have been wanting to revisit. The timing couldn't have been better for us to make the trip as our school had closed, both for my brother and me. It was the month of April and we were set off on a journey that, as I now know, was the best trip of my life.  It was our first family trip. My brother and I were over the moon. Mathu kept gazing outside, feeling the wind from the moving train. We had a hard time getting him to sleep at night because he kept looking out the window. So, we resorted to telling him scary stories about wild animals that could pounce on him if he didn't stop. After enduring two long days of train tra...