My friend lived in a charming old town, with narrow cobblestone streets, antique shops, bookstores, family-owned restaurants that promised a personalised dining experience and most importantly a typical old-fashioned town square where the locals gathered to relax. Though this place is believed to have a rich history, there were no historic landmarks or museums that … Continue reading The End of History Illusion →

After six months of absolutely no contact due to our hectic schedules, I made the decision to meet my homie. I knew deep down that reconnecting with her would be effortless. There wouldn't be any awkward opening lines, long pauses, funny questions, or monosyllabic responses. We would talk just like we used to back in … Continue reading Realisations over Croissants & Coffee →

My family has a cherished tradition of visiting Trivandrum, the capital city of Kerala or Varkala Beach, a popular tourist destination known for its unique cliffside location. We make sure to keep this tradition alive every year, no matter how busy our schedules become. My friends have asked me whether we find it monotonous going … Continue reading Tales from the Cliff →

The demons of insecurity and illusion struck her dumb, an unspoken pain lingered in the air, and half-obscured thoughts ripped her apart as she clenched the corner of a pillow tightly and grieved her smothered happiness. Hastily, she pushed herself upright, swung her feet to the floor and without drawing the curtains, stared at herself … Continue reading The Cardigan →

Aami Brontë,Let's go for a not-so-fancy picnic before the end of summer. I'll grab a dusty book from the library and you should bring an old blanket. On our way, we'll pluck ripe strawberries, red with love and put them in the forsaken plastic cookie container in my bag. We'll help an old woman to … Continue reading A Berry Good Day! →

Finally, I painted it! The watercolour cakes on the corner of my table idly sat there for months, waiting for the tiny drops of water to fall from their clouds, shaped like paintbrushes. They waited so much so that the drought in their colourful land became unbearable for each one of them. They stared at … Continue reading Watercolor Story🎨 →

I haven't seen Jake once in my life.I haven't seen his sparkly eyes or his wet nose. I haven't heard his barks or growls. I haven't seen him happily wagging his tail, when Neethu returns home.But I've watched him grow into a handsome doggy with a heart shaped of love, through the thousands of pictures … Continue reading The Dog Named Jake →

If it thrives in your heart And blooms with your blood, Let it grow. But if it breaks other hearts And glooms their days, Should you let it go? She scribbled these words on her gloomy notebook a few years ago. She calls it gloomy because it's a handmade book of recycled papers; those papers … Continue reading Let it Grow →

Every tongue in the world deserves a toothsome celebration each day. Is that the reason why it was born on the earth? My tongue's gala seems the most festive when it is soaked with the delicious liquid magic - the hot, dark brown, masala-tinged, tempting aroma spreading TEA. Each time I deeply inhale the mysterious … Continue reading Does Liquid Happiness Exist? →

My grandma, a pure soul who was named Ponnu, for her heart was made of gold, is my second favourite bold woman in the world. She taught me how to love myself, to embrace my flaws, to follow my dreams, to focus on the rays of sunshine even on a cloudy day (I'm still working … Continue reading In The Memory Of My Dearest Grandmother →