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!
Acid on her Heart
Her Professor called her the Nefelibata of Psychology Department, a cloud walker who happily lived in the dreamy clouds of her imagination. Nanki flew through the corridors of her ancient college, with books on her back and a paint brush in her hand, for she coloured the world around her in the wild shades of … Continue reading Acid on her Heart
Watercolor Story🎨
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🎨
The Dog Named Jake
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
Let it Grow
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
Does Liquid Happiness Exist?
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?
In The Memory Of My Dearest Grandmother
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
The Journey Begins
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." - Maya Angelou
Melanie Ann 