The Joy of Going in Blind

After quite a while, I decided to watch something new, a movie whose trailer I deliberately avoided watching to keep the suspense of the movie and its characters intact. I had only heard one song, which heightened my interest in watching the movie without knowing anything further about the plot.

Watching it was a sudden decision, as I had never planned to watch it because the reviews were not very positive regarding the plot and the thrills.It turned out to be quite interesting because of its characters. 

The movie begins with a situation of war as it clashes with the ideologies of people from different places, dividing them into multiple groups. It foreshadows the upcoming incidents that move the plot forward.

The female character of the movie was not given much screen space, but she was portrayed as a character who dreamed big despite belonging to a very small community and village. She wanted to do something for her people, even though they did not accept her. Later, the very people who were against her were the ones who helped fulfil her dreams.

The movie had a very realistic approach, showing how people often forget all the good deeds. The drastic shift in people's behaviour is heartbreaking, as it is unexpected. The characters also face such dilemmas, which feel very real.

The negative character's name is mentioned from the very beginning so that he remains a suspenseful presence throughout the film. It presents him as a symbol of fear and an unknown power that ruled over the people like a shadow, even when he was not physically present.

The music plays through most parts of the movie, making it engaging. I was able to sit through and complete the movie without even realising the passing of time.

I enjoyed the movie with a cup of coffee on a peaceful evening, and it inspired me to write again after a long time.

On a dry day

with just us three 

on the way.

The path all dusty

rising with warm wind

gushing towards the face

kissing the face along the way.

A blinding love

far from comfort

with discomfort in eyes

still on the way home.

The big rain drops

falling on the ground 

like crystal balls

stilling the dust about to rise.

The sudden darkening of clouds,

a hasty decision

the sudden heaviness

with a chilling breeze.

The rain cooling the soul

the plants dancing happily

moving along with the breeze

after the long humid days.

A brief joy with smiles,

some with umbrellas,

others without it,

enjoying the gift of nature

that balances out everything.

Lost in shadows, disappeared in night,

A speck of hope, a distant light.

At times it gleams a little near,

Blinking softly, crystal clear,

Before the darkness slowly grows,

Swallowing the light it owes.

Is it natural then to stray

Into a maze that hides the way?

Hiding in a corner small,

A shelter built behind a wall.

The heaviness begins to fall,

Breathless days that swallow all.

As if inside a room shut tight,

Yet something stirs the will to fight.

A shadow hovers, cold and grey,

Like stormy clouds that block the day.

A thousand paws that reach and creep,

But skies like these don't always weep.

The clouds must part, the light break through 

That clearing sky is coming too.

A long road stretches, winding still,

But hope anticipates with will.

The darkness fades, the shadows thin 

The light ahead will surely win.

                     

              A Road Trip We Never Planned

An unexpected road trip surely was not exactly on my list. It all began with our lack of knowledge about the route. The drive began slowly and continued for quite a long time. In the hot, slow breeze that heated the body, the car's chill was surely a relief, tempting me to doze off. But then the long conversations, wrong turns, and beautiful views overcame the tiredness. Today, let’s dive into a road trip along the expressway.

The journey began from the entrance of the college. It was after 5 PM, and the sun was setting, but the heat still remained unbearable. Even chilled water could not provide comfort. As I sat in the passenger seat beside my friend Garima, our ride began with a pep talk and her short prayer, as it was her first long-distance ride. She was nervous and slightly scared, but I was relatively relaxed and enjoying myself. We were not sure about the route, so we kept two map locations working simultaneously.

The roads were empty with minimal traffic, but still, at certain places, we had to move slowly. Soon, the expressway came into view, but two roads emerged, confusing both of us, and bam, we took the wrong road. Panic started as she was unable to turn properly, and the vehicle was getting stuck in the middle of the highway, which was surely scary. After a few attempts, she reversed the car, and we went back to following the map, even though the previous mistake had also happened because we followed the map. This was repeated once more farther ahead, but we managed somehow.

The drive on the long expressway was fun as it was empty, and alongside it, there was a beautiful view from my side window. At times, I was so lost watching outside that I would forget to respond. As the sky dimmed, we entered the village road. It was not so exciting, but yes, we had to cross that place. Slowly, our short ride came to an end.

Along the path, I explored places I had never been to before. Even though they were far-off and distant, they surely felt calm and peaceful. I enjoyed it because it was a part of town I had never visited before, and I might not go there again anytime soon. The ride was long and tiring, but it was fun. After a long time, I experienced a long drive again, and it made me realise how enjoyable driving can be, along with the small fear hidden within the courage and thrill.

A Place Called Mom

Mother a six-letter word,

So simple, short, yet so adored.

The first word we often speak,

Or maybe the second, yet unique.

It stays with us until the end,

Forever constant, our truest friend.

The warm embrace, the gentle voice,

The magic hands that make life rejoice.

Even the worst dish, under her touch,

Becomes a feast, enjoyed so much.

She adds a day more to our health,

A secret gift, her quiet wealth.

When far away, in hostel walls,

The bland meals bring nostalgic calls.

We miss her food, the love it shows,

Counting days until we close

The distance and return once more,

To her arms, our safe shore.

No long talks, just a peaceful gaze,

A quiet calm in simple ways.

Mom’s home a place to truly be,

No pretending, just honesty.

Everyone has their special story,

A private tale, unique in glory.

No one can judge, it’s just our own,

A cherished bond, deeply grown.

Every day is Mother’s Day, it’s true,

But today, we send our love to you.

To all mothers, present and near,

And future moms we hold dear.

A special mention to a woman so bright,

A friend, companion, and shopping delight.

My dear mummy, with love sincere,

Happy Mother’s Day, today and every year!

REVISITING SHERLOCK HOLMES

Detective stories have always been fascinating, not because of the crime itself but because of how it is solved. One character who has consistently stood out is Sherlock Holmes, created by Arthur Conan Doyle. Most people have encountered this character at least once, whether through a school lesson, a novel, a film, or a television series.

I have always admired his way of thinking, which appears effortless, though it may not be so in reality. The concept of a mind palace is particularly intriguing. It is a remarkable and effective method for remembering information.

While browsing one day, I came across a title related to Sherlock, and it immediately caught my attention. I decided to watch it, and it felt somewhat like fan fiction. Seeing Sherlock portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch often gave the impression of how well James Moriarty understood him. This made me wonder what it would be like if there were a story exploring how they might have known each other in the past.

Later, I discovered a show that seemed to present exactly that idea, set in a parallel universe where Moriarty and Sherlock are friends. I enjoyed watching it and ended up binge-watching the series. The show, Young Sherlock, was engaging, perhaps because of its unusual perspective. Traditionally, Sherlock’s world revolves around himself, Watson, and his cases. In this version, however, we see a different side of him, especially in his interactions with his family.

The relationship between Sherlock and his brother Mycroft Holmes is portrayed as warm and affectionate, which is quite different from their dynamic as adults. Overall, it felt like an enjoyable return to a familiar character, and I truly appreciated the experience.

Sadhya : A taste of Keralam

Food is something that always wins our hearts, especially when our stomachs are empty. It had been a long time since I last ate authentic Kerala food. Since it’s a cuisine I don’t get to enjoy often, I truly love it, though I prefer it with less spice. However, in many places, the spice level can sometimes be unbearable for me.

After craving it for so long, my eyes fell upon a South Indian restaurant named ‘Keralam.’ The name itself suggested the kind of food they would serve. Still, I wasn’t completely confident, as I had visited many restaurants that claimed to offer authentic South Indian food but ended up disappointing me.

The ambience was so similar that it almost felt like I was in Kerala. As we entered, everything seemed pleasantly unfamiliar. Once we sat down, one thing that caught my attention was the doodles of Malayalam actors; they were so cute. Next came the menu. Even though we had the menu card, the server enthusiastically listed a variety of dishes commonly found in Kerala.

After a short discussion, we decided on sadhya. The wait wasn’t long before the banana leaf was placed before us. Soon after came the red rice, still steaming hot. Then followed the various curries like sambar, aviyal, thoran, mango pickle, puli inji (a slightly sour ginger pickle made with tamarind), papadam, and more.

Everything tasted absolutely delicious. The last time I had a proper sadhya was at a wedding years ago. Eating it again felt refreshing and nostalgic. Today, it’s all about that sadhya, reviving memories and flavours that had almost been forgotten.

This meal was a beautiful revisit to an old experience, a moment filled with warmth and love, as we spent time together as a whole family, enjoying authentic flavours.