Beera

  Today as I was thinking about a topic to write I felt stuck. That's when I remembered an incident when I was studying in Chennai. It was one beautiful experience that would remind me of a person whom I surely would like to visit when I travel to Chennai. A lady in saree with hair tied up with wrinkles around her eyes portraying a sign of a smily face. Every time I see her her smiling eyes would welcome me from afar and then her beautiful voice calls  out to me by asking "Nalla irikingala" ("How are you ?") Those few words are enough to feel better in a crowd full of unknown people. I stood at a corner watching people interact with each other. The feeling of escape would be at its peak and her few words would calm me down. When I look back a very peculiar incident came to my mind that took place when she helped me reach the railway station. I was waiting for the 20 number bus as I was only familiar with that particular bus route. I was hesitant to ask help but ...

 As I was traveling through the pages I came across a very short poem. This poem by E.E. Cummings is all about thanking God. Thanking God is a small gesture that we often overlook or just ignore altogether. We often forget God altogether when we are at peace. During problems, we run to God and pray for hours but we forget to thank God for the things we have. We see a new day which is a blessing a lot of people do not get. We have family or parents or a sibling where a lot of people remain all alone in this vast debt of sea.  What we believe to be an end is the beginning of something new. We have been trained to follow a certain path without a second thought making it a blind ritual that we follow because we have to not because we want to.  There are a lot of moments when I feel lost and go searching in various places and I end up caught in circles of scams and lies. I somehow reach somewhere else hoping this is the right choice. These choices were never forced but a lesso...

  As I look back to my summer vacation, the trip to Kerala is a must to do schedule which was sadly skipped this year. It wasn't the most exciting segment to cancel the plan as it was very hot in Delhi. Not just the weather but also it was very dull during these days. My parents went to the hometown as planned and informed us about the changes that took place in the past year which wasn't much but still, it's a loss not to see. I remember a pond in front of our house that has lilies floating on the surface and the fishes swims all around. Tall mountains could be seen from our terrace and a sky full of stars at night was truly an amazing sight, a completely different view compared to the foggy sky in Delhi. When I was asked to go I became quite lethargic and refused but now when I think I should have gone. A tree that we planted years ago finally bore jackfruits and two of them were shared among themselves. One jackfruit was not fully ripe yet, so my mom packed it to bring i...

  The short story "Good morning, Miss Done" seemed very ordinary and confusing but as I read further the plot was captivating that talks about a school teacher who was not admired by students. She is described as a very strict and calm person who rarely used words for intimidation but was able to command attention through her eyes. The story often skipped to the past where it goes back to her time with a different batch of students. She remembers these students who are now scattered in different places during the war. She often hallucinates them where she is very vulnerable and no longer the "terrible Miss Dove" as named by her students. Her given title does not reduce the affection and memory printed in the minds of her old students who still remember her. We learn this through a letter read aloud by the brother of one of her students.  Frances tried to bring out the beautiful relationship between a teacher and a student. When her student Jincey cries she felt lost...

Today as the day began it was very gloomy despite the sunny weather outside. I was feeling very low making me very lazy and depressed. Somehow I pushed forward to go to church as a regular.  After the service, I was invited to a home for lunch and that was what changed my day from gloomy to a much more exciting day.  A day without mobile phones in hand is very rare. I realised that I too could spend a day without a phone. I remember that usually I spend my whole day on the phone either watching a movie or reading an e-book but today we spend the whole day playing offline games. Having a day with children makes you forget about the gadgets that I used to spend my whole day playing at giving a sense of loss at the end of the day.  These little games including UNO and Monopoly were fun entertainment changing my mood completely to a much more relaxed person. I did not expect such change which was a relief and made me realise that a day can be made better in various other ways...

  "How they brought good news from Ghent to Aix" is a narrative poem by Robert Browning that tells the story of a journey from Ghent to Aix, where three men are assigned to deliver the good news.  Three horsemen start their journey where they experience a lot of hurdles before they reach their destination. Over the poem we find them sincerely dedicated to complete their duty. We find their endurance and strength when they fight off the obstacles. Some of the obstacles are pertaining to their past which remained persistent in the present trying to set them back from their responsibility. We can see the poet using imagery to give a beautiful description of the landscapes and the physical body reacting to the journey. The time duration of the journey is connected to the place and the celestial journey like " Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear" and " At Aerschot, up leaped the sudden sun". Since t...

Today as I sat down reading a novel, I was able to relate very deeply. The incidents may differ but the process were quite relatable. "Days at the Morisaki Bookshop" by Satoshi Yagisawa is my latest read. As the title suggest the entire novel revolves around a second hand bookshop. The protagonist Takako, a person who was forced to quit her current life somehow ends up in her uncle's bookshop. I found myself in a very similar situation as the protagonist, she discovers herself through reading. She did not read initially but to move her days quicker she started reading which became her second nature. The words used to describe her feelings while she read was very beautiful. " I really was like a butterfly waiting patiently to come out of his chrysalis." It was beautifully described the way she felt herself immersed in the books.  The description of the place also seem so beautiful where I would like to spend my time. The whole street had both sides aligned with s...

A s I sat doing nothing I had an inspiration to keep myself busy. It's too boring to stay at home idly sitting and always on the phone. I thought of reading but it didn't absorb me for too long hmm pretty boring. T oday being a dull day I cannot go out as it's hot as usual but unexpectedly I got a message from a friend as she shared her joy. T oday it rained at Cannaught place, where she worked. It's quite far from here but still with lots of excitement I ran to the door but tadaaaa.. no rain just a sky absent of sun. I was a bit sad as rain is very much needed to cool the place down. In the middle of the month the heat is gonna rise, not a good sign.  E very year when I was in Delhi during the month of May and June I would go to Kerala as it's  once a year opportunity. Unfortunately this year I couldn't get tickets so I had to stay back. N ot only me but a lot of other people are looking forward to the heavy rain. Hoping it will happen soon to escape from...

Unseen and overlooked, Shadowed power, Unspoken truth, A mystery yet unsolved. Words stuck, Eyes bulged, Shocked to the core, Yet remained unmoved. Is there a solution, To this unexpected moment, An unapproachable task, But there too was a result. Smiles and joy, A little bit of hope, Lack of understanding, Till when it shall last. Let's look forward, To these little surprises, Not with lots of hope, But with heart full of wonder.