Pristine Chaos
When the perturbed mind reflects,
chaos gleams pristine
in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos
When the perturbed mind reflects,
chaos gleams pristine
in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos
I hold on to my memories so dearly—sometimes, I fear they’re all I have.Perhaps that’s why I keep making new ones—snapshots from todaythat might sweeten tomorrow,like faded photographs tucked into the corners of my mind. But memories, they fade—softly, quietly, bit by bit.That’s why it matters to live each momentas if it truly counts—because it … More Memories, They Fade and Gleam #FictionMonday #Poem
Let it fall freely—Words, thoughts, ruminations—Without filter,Without delay. Let it not drown your mind.Drop it off—The weight of carrying “what ifs.”Free your mind. Breathe in,Breathe out,Slowly.Calm the nerves,Reset the mind. Sip that coffee,Relax. Without delay,Let it all out—The worries, the anxieties,The expectations. Relish the now,Savor the present.Life is beautiful,When you slow down and face it,Not … More In The Now #FictionMonday
Rain is not just a season, it’s a feeling for me. A nostalgic feeling. Growing up in Kerala, where rain was the prominent season, will do that to you. Living here in Arizona, where rain is mostly a myth and ever more a longing, will do that to you. This summer, we experienced a devastatingly … More Missing Rain #FictionMonday
Miya watched eagerly as Anu opened her lunch box. Her eyes widened with excitement as she spotted a slice of bread, toasted with a cute image. “Ooh! Is that a cat?” Miya asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Anu giggled. “It’s a dog, silly! My mom made this just for you,” she said, holding out … More A Slice of Love
Rema stood in her grandparents’ courtyard, where her childhood footprints had once traced paths of joy. The echoes of thirty years ago filled her ears—the soft hum of her granny’s favorite tunes, the comforting stories her grandpa told after evening prayers, and the laughter of her cousins. This house was where she had been happiest. … More Footprints of Love #FictionMonday
Although I don’t consider myself a perfectionist, I do possess perfectionist traits, like procrastinating with no end in sight. It’s a dangerous trait because, being a half-perfectionist, I don’t do my tasks perfectly. Instead, I have perfected the dark side of perfectionism. I tend to wait for everything to align properly before getting on with … More Finding Calm in Chaos #FictionMonday
At this moment, I am feeling lazy. Actually, I feel more tired than lazy. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, and my eyes are tired. Mind, too. I haven’t written anything in more than a week. Although I have a valid reason for not writing, I feel like I am making excuses. We went on a … More Writing Through Uncertainty #FictionMonday
He was good at answering all sorts of questions his professors threw at him. However, being good academically didn’t always guarantee he had the correct answer. The question that stumped him the most was posed at the time of his birth. Growing up as an orphan was a constant battle. Why was no one there … More The Unanswered Question #FictionMonday
The power of wish is realized when you are ready to give your wish the power to come true. The power to take action,instead of merely wishing and waiting. The power to try anyway,the power to take a chance— these powers lie with you,only you. The power of wish is only as strong as you,as … More The Power of Wish #FictionMonday