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Micro poetry  I envy my future self that will rise  from the ashes  of a past torched by  the spark  of vindication I ignited inside me. As of now,  I am content being in this cocoon  of grey, black  and white that I created for me. Both of which keeps me away from my present self that befriends lies and contempt to survive. This post is a part of  Blogchatter WAPAD #writeapageaday challenge.

Where are all the words? They can't all be gone, not this fast! Were they stolen, by any chance? Na, no one's got the key to my head. Unless I stored some in my heart. Did I? I'm done searching inside. I go out with a basket and before I know it, it's overflowing with buds of ideas. I seek the aid of time to help nourish them to form new words, words of mine. They have grown now into pretty little phrases. I give them toys to play with - Commas, full stops. Exclamations! They fight a lot claiming one is better than the other. Puberty. What can I say? I can't wait to see them grow into mature sentences, perfect paragraphs, excellent essays, and big books. Until then  I'll keep feeding them, guarding them from being stolen cause I am nothing without my words. I am only an empty basket without my words. This is the last post of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  A Familiar Ache  

The quaint expression of his face, his dwindling eyes, her heart widens as he unwraps the layers of the gift she gave him. She went through wild fires  and forests to buy him the perfect present. To bring him back from being haunted by the trauma of loss. The loss of his beloved. One final fold, and with a flash of light she takes him to their childhood to the deathbed of their mother. "Live for the hope of it all", her last words. Unbearable pain and unending sobs. A familiar ache. He wails with all his might. The storm's passed. Her heart widens again as he smiles for such was her gift - a reminder of hope. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  Naruto Next post:  Empty Basket

  "Ugh, what a mess! How do I clean this up? Where do I start? I have no time."  Tangled earphones are to be untangled from time-to-time to ensure their proper functioning. Tangled thoughts are to be untangled from time-to-time to ensure OUR proper functioning. If only our thoughts were as simple as earphones! A while back, I was in a state of turmoil, my thoughts scattered all over the place. I did not know how to pick it all up. I was scared because I was not sure if I would be able to finish gathering all the parts, and that it'd be too late. I'd end up being stuck in an eternal mess, so vast, that I wouldn't be able to see the door out. But then, one day, a cute little boy with yellow hair and black whiskers opened the door and let his hand out for me. He did not collect the lost parts, that's something I would have to do on my own. Instead, he raised my spirit and told me what to do. He walked with me by my side and suddenly I knew where to start.  There ...

'Makar sankranti', they call it. "Kai po che!", they scream. Kite flying, a desire that flew to me from the songs of Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and the stories of Liman and Amma - white-cemented terraces,  silver-bordered churidars, kites soaring high like dupattas in the skies of Surat.  A kite of blue  to match the sea  with stripes of white to thank the wind that took him to the greatest height in the beach of Cherai. Yellow, green and pink - colors of friendship, fluttering into the gang of diamonds. I celebrated as I created a Surat for myself  and a sankranti for many. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  Spirited Away Next post:  Naruto

Anime review Spoiler alert ! "Collect as many leaves as you can. We'll sort them out later", said Ligi aunty, our teacher. My classmates and I ran around gathering all we could, even dry leaves. But it still wasn't enough for our project.  Out of nowhere, there was a wind, and the trees danced, shedding thousands of leaves. We jumped merrily amid the falling leaves.     "How did the trees know, aunty?" "They know everything, my child. They have spirits of their own. They laugh, cry and feel like us, humans. They are living beings after all!" My 10 year old self was very delighted to hear this. My love and respect for nature has only grown through the years. Spirited Away  is a 2001 fantasy anime film directed by  Hayao Miyazaki and animated by Studio Ghibli . It was the highest-grossing film in Japanese history for 19 years until it was surpassed by 'Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba - The Movie: Mugen Train' in 2020.  It is regarded as one o...

♪ മാവേലി നാടു വാണീടും കാലം മാനുഷരെല്ലാരുമൊന്നു പോലേ ആമോദത്തോടെ വസിക്കും കാലം ആപത്തംഗാർക്കുമൊട്ടില്ല താനും കള്ളവുമില്ല ചതിയുമില്ലാ എള്ളോളമില്ലാ പൊളി വചനം ♪ Onam is the official festival of Kerala, celebrated in remembrance of king Mahabali and his prosperous reign in the state. It is a rice-harvest festival commemorated by Malayalis around the world with much zest and fervor. The carnival of Onam, which spans a duration of 10 days stands as a hallmark of Kerala's culture and tradition.  I'm not particularly inclined towards the grand festivities of Onam. I'm more interested in watching people have fun adorned in varieties of sarees, mundus, pattupavadas and kuppivalas(glass bangles). It surely is a feast to the eyes as sadya is to the belly. The ethereal scent of mullapoo(jasmine) enhances the beauty of the festival. People unite in the lively colors of the Athapookalam, and the spark of celebration shines on their faces. Everything and everybody look gracious with a light d...