Beera

Moments before the ticking clock  Life keeps us constantly busy. If I am asked what I did this month, everything feels blurred, as time keeps ticking without pause. Mornings slip away at the workplace, and evenings feel so short that before we realise it, it is already time to rest. Perhaps it feels this way during winter , when days are shorter and nights are longer, creating the illusion that time is moving faster than we can catch up with. Amid this constant rush, it becomes difficult to sit, relax, and have conversations beyond work. I often wonder if it is truly okay to be this busy. The lack of idle time makes me question whether I can still find space for hobbies and reflection , or if it is just a feeling that time itself is shrinking day by day. As the year slowly draws to a close, it feels like the right moment to pause and look back. Reflecting on the year brings forth memories of joys, blessings, fellowship , companionship , and valuable lessons, almost like flipping...

Guests are always welcome in every Indian household. We live by the saying “Atithi Devo Bhava,” which means that a guest is like God and must be treated with respect. However, at times, the label guest creates a sense of formality and awkwardness. The feeling is completely different when the person is close and treated like family. A small fellowship or gathering with a comfortable group feels truly special. Sitting together, talking, bonding, and sharing food creates a sense of warmth and belonging. This entire month was centred on sharing, caring, and fellowship. The last two days, in particular, were about two different families coming together and eating as one. Such moments are special because, despite busy schedules, we rarely find time to gather in this way. The cutlery reserved for guests, hidden away in cupboards, finally comes into use. If it could speak, it would surely shout, “Hurray!” This is followed by a long process of cleaning and arranging, often cleaning an already c...

Christmas is a season filled with the themes of joy, hope, and love. As Christmas draws near, the festive spirit becomes more visible everywhere. Houses are decorated with lights and stars, and in many homes, families lovingly set up cribs. Carol singing fills the streets as groups move from house to house, spreading happiness through their songs. The joy and warmth shared during this time are truly heart-warming. The spirit of Christmas was also beautifully celebrated at school. It was not only a Christmas celebration but also a special occasion to honour teachers who completed 25 years of dedicated service. They were genuinely touched and happy to be remembered and celebrated for their commitment. Students then shared heartfelt experiences about teachers who had influenced and shaped their lives in meaningful ways. The school choir dedicated the song “You Raise Me Up” to the teachers, creating a deeply emotional moment. This was followed by familiar Christmas carols, reminding everyo...

  When art turns into crime A movie is truly engaging when it grips you in your seat until the very end. One such movie that I watched recently definitely piqued my interest, as it kept me curious about what would happen next. The name of the movie is Aaryan . When I first read the title, I assumed it referred to either the protagonist or the antagonist, but it turned out to be the names of the victims themselves, which was an unexpected and interesting take. Usually, crime thrillers focus on a crime followed by the police or investigators searching for the perpetrator. However, this movie breaks that pattern by beginning from the very end. The story starts with the person who commits the crime, making the audience wonder how a common man could carry out such a major crime using only his talent and intellect. “The world is a stage, and we are merely actors who play our assigned roles.”   The central character believes himself to be an artist and views his victims as puppets ...

  A coincidence is totally unbelievable, as it happens at the most unexpected moments and times. We meet people we believe are strangers, but are they really? Sometimes, it is the past that brings people together. We meet, talk, and then part ways, walking in different directions, only to meet again after a few years, having completely forgotten them, even their faces. Later, we begin talking slowly, engaging in random conversations that eventually lead to discussions about college. Gradually, the name of the college comes up, leading to the surprising discovery that we lived in the same city for two years. As the conversation continues and friends are mentioned, we realise we have common friends; our common friend was with me during my bachelor’s degree and with my new friend during my master’s degree. What a beautiful coincidence. Nature plays unexpected games. Some people enter our lives as mere passengers, travelling alongside us for a short time, whom we believe we will neve...

A day to sit and reflect on the entire week reminds us how much has happened in just a few days. It has been a heavy and extremely busy week, especially with the senior classes having their examinations. The students were stressed and occupied with a demanding schedule, trying their best to prepare and perform well. As the week came to an end, the school observed a bagless day, bringing a refreshing change for both students and teachers. Instead of regular classes, students engaged in various fun and creative activities. One of the junior classes had a craft session. Many students brought clay pots and decorated them beautifully, adding bright colours, patterns, and even fresh flowers that made the classroom vibrant. One child crafted a Ferris wheel with great detail, showcasing exceptional creativity. Others decorated bottles, cups, and flower pots, each one unique. The excitement among the students was evident as they helped one another, shared materials, and proudly admired each oth...

 Again, another week has come to an end. As quickly as it began, it finished, and I hardly realised how fast time had passed. The week felt light yet tiring, but it brought valuable learning. It went by in a blur as students prepared for the upcoming activity scheduled for Saturday. Both students and teachers were busy and excited. As the week drew to a close, the month too was ending, and with only one month left in the year, it felt like time was slipping away. With the year almost over, it feels necessary to reflect on the past months, the achievements, the mistakes, the unfinished tasks, and everything still left to do. Saturday was eventful, filled with the excitement of the exhibition students had worked hard for throughout the week. The day began with the primary section, whose parents visited the exhibition. They left with happy faces, proud to see the models and artwork created by the students, showcasing their talents. While the primary parents observed the exhibition, ...

 Schools are not just places of learning; they are communities shaped by the people who guide, inspire, and support them every day. While celebrations often highlight students and teachers, it is equally important to recognise the one who stands behind every achievement, every event, and every milestone. Principal’s Day is a reminder to honour the guiding force who leads the school with dedication, compassion, and vision. This week has been filled with practices, artwork, and many preparations. With Principal’s Day approaching, everyone was busy and active. Every year, we celebrate Teacher’s Day, Children’s Day, Annual Day, and many other events. But we often forget to honour the person who makes all of these celebrations run smoothly and successfully. Principal’s Day is a moment to appreciate the one who guides the entire school family, reminding them that they are cared for and valued. This year, the week was dedicated to them under the theme “From Illumination to Light.” The h...

This week was celebrated as Children’s Day , a reminder that we were once children ourselves, completely dependent on our parents and filled with innocence and wonder. Throughout the week, the teachers stayed back after school to practise their performances for the celebration. Watching them rehearse was a delight. For a short while, they let go of their roles as adults and allowed the child within them to come alive. Their faces lit up with excitement as they tried out different dance steps to retro-style music, laughing and enjoying every moment. I was reminded of my own school days, when I would eagerly watch my teachers perform various programmes for us. This past week, I witnessed the dedication behind those performances. The teachers worked with genuine enthusiasm, wanting to give the students a joyful and memorable Children’s Day. Their hard work reflected how deeply they cared for their students. On the day of the celebration, my teachers wished me “Happy Children’s Day!” , a...

 Day 5 began with the start of a new week, a lazy Monday morning when you simply don’t feel like stepping out after a short weekend. As I stepped outside, I was greeted not by the freshness of a new day but by a thick blanket of smog hanging low in the air. It stung my eyes and made it slightly difficult to breathe. The once-clear morning sky now looked dull and lifeless, as if covered in a grey filter. Because of the rising pollution levels, the outdoor assembly was cancelled, and we had to gather indoors instead. It felt strange not to stand in the open ground like we usually do, but at the same time, it was a relief to be in a safer environment. During the assembly, the thought for the day was a quote by Jawaharlal Nehru : “Failure comes only when we forget our ideals, objectives, and principles.”  The quote stayed with me for a while. It reminded me that true success isn’t measured by fame or achievements, but by the integrity behind them. A person might appear s...

The third day at school was quite relaxing since I had fewer classes. A short break truly helps to refresh both body and mind before beginning a new day. The morning started, as usual, with the assembly, where the thought for the day was, “Learning happens at all times, so we need to keep our minds open.” A short break in between classes really helps to regain lost energy, which is much needed for a teacher’s daily routine. It’s quite a busy schedule for teachers who are constantly on the move throughout the day. One of my teachers asked me, “How do you feel about the transition from being a student to becoming a teacher?” That question made me smile; it reminded me of my childhood curiosity about what it would feel like to be on the other side of the classroom. I now realise how challenging it truly is to grab students’ attention and keep them quiet and engaged. By the end of the day, I felt exhausted, even though I had been energetic throughout. As soon as I reached home, the tired...

  The second day was not easy at all. The first day had been all about getting to know the place, even though my assigned task was mistakenly given to someone else. But the next day, I was given substitution classes, my first real experience handling a large number of students. It was stressful and quite challenging. The day began with the usual assembly, which was longer than the previous day because there was a prize distribution that took quite some time. After the assembly, I went to the staffroom, as I had the day before, and there I received my first class assignment. It was the first period, so I had to take attendance as well. The class was Grade Seven, which meant the students were a bit older and more energetic. As soon as I entered, they were excited to see a new teacher and immediately asked for a free period. Convincing them wasn’t easy, but somehow, I managed to make a deal with them, and they quietened down for a while. It was difficult to grab their attention, but...

  School has always been an emotion for me. I often find myself missing my days as a student there. I have a vivid picture of how my school used to look because I spent fourteen years within its walls, a long and unforgettable time. The corridors, library, playground, classrooms, and every corner have a clear route in my mind. After returning to school after many years, everything seemed to have changed. When my brother mentioned it earlier, I didn’t believe him. I assumed it would just be a small, barely noticeable change. However, as I walked inside the school premises, I realised how wrong I had been. The transformation was huge, almost unrecognisable. It made me miss the old surroundings even more, yet I felt genuinely happy seeing how beautifully things had evolved. Stepping into my school again, this time as an intern teacher, brought a rush of mixed emotions. I had always wished to teach in the very same school where I once studied, though I never imagined it would actuall...

Food is something we all enjoy, irrespective of our different choices and favourites. Everyone prefers different kinds of food, and our tastes often vary from person to person. Sometimes, food is deeply connected with memories, a craving can suddenly crawl out from a hidden corner of our mind and linger until the flavour once again dances on our taste buds. I recently missed the Chennai biryani I used to eat while staying on campus. The memory came rushing back while I was talking to my brother. Soon after, I found myself searching for biryani recipes online. There were so many cooking videos that choosing one became difficult, mostly because, apart from the craving, I didn’t really have the motivation to cook. Today, since my mom was also at home and wanted to taste the biryani, I finally decided to make it. The beginning was a bit chaotic and messy, but I eventually managed to get all the ingredients right. Here’s how I made it: First, I sliced some onions and tomatoes. I heated ...

  An evening walk is always refreshing, so today, after a long time, I decided to take a short walk in the nearby park, which sounds quite fancy for a lazy person like me. It was a bit late, and winter was approaching, so the sky darkened faster than usual, leaving the park almost empty before eight. Before stepping out, I was in a bit of a dilemma, half-hearted and unsure, but eventually, I made up my mind and went for a walk. The park was nearly deserted, and the cool breeze felt completely opposite to the warmth of my cosy home. The first few minutes were fine, but the silence soon felt overwhelming, so I decided to listen to The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. The story was so engaging that it helped me keep my mind off unwanted thoughts. After a while, my eyes began to wander. I noticed how unusually bright the park looked despite having only two streetlights. Usually, only parts of it are dimly lit, but tonight it seemed brighter, perhaps because many houses still hadn’t taken...

 Diwali, the festival of lights, is one of those days when the entire city seems to come alive. Every street glows with a thousand colors, every home radiates warmth, and every heart feels a little lighter. As I look outside tonight, the streets shimmer with diyas and fairy lights, each one adding to the grand mosaic of brightness that defines this day. It’s as though the darkness itself has stepped back to let light take over. Yet, beneath this radiant celebration, the world feels different to each of us. From my home, which faces an open ground, I can hear the laughter of children as they burst crackers under the watchful eyes of their parents. Their joy echoes through the night innocent, pure, and contagious. It’s heartwarming to hear their giggles rise above the noise of fireworks. Moments like these remind me what festivals are truly about togetherness and joy shared among loved ones. Yesterday evening, on my way to the shop, I noticed how Diwali transforms even the most ord...

 We all love fruits as they’re healthy, refreshing, and exciting. However, not everyone might agree, as the taste of fast food seems to dance on their tongues, almost erasing the flavour of something fresh and natural. Many of us haven’t even tried the wide variety of fruits that exist, each unique in shape, colour, and taste. It’s fascinating to see so many types of fruits online that we’ve never seen or even heard of in real life. These exotic fruits spark curiosity and make us want to try them at least once. Since they’re not as common as bananas, oranges, or apples, they’re often quite expensive. Dragon fruit , just like its name, is a fascinating fruit. I had always heard about it and wanted to try it. The first time I tasted it was during a trip to Kerala . We visited a mall where fruits were neatly cut and arranged, and customers could choose the ones they wanted. I picked dragon fruit along with red and green apples , papaya , and watermelon . I didn’t like the green app...

Today, my trip to college was quite different from usual. The morning started off poorly, but I managed to make it better as the day went on. Since I didn’t have to leave early, I started a bit late, and the roads were already crowded. The sun was out, but the heat wasn’t as intense as it usually is. When I boarded the vehicle, it was packed with people pushing through, even though there was barely any space. I got stuck in the middle, unable to move. After a few stops, I finally found a spot where I could stand properly and breathe. After some time, I began to feel uneasy. It was getting difficult to breathe in that cramped, closed space. I wanted to get out, but I was stuck on both sides and couldn’t move. Since only two or three stops were left, I asked one of the ladies sitting nearby if she could let me sit for a while, as I wasn’t feeling well. At first, she seemed hesitant, probably thinking I was making an excuse, but when I asked again, she kindly offered me her seat. As soon ...

  Dear friends, Today, I would like to share my day, which was both tiring and lively after a long time, as I met many familiar faces and discovered new sides to them. To put it simply, I attended the engagement ceremony of a lovely couple who will soon begin their journey together in marriage. But this story isn’t only about the couple, it’s also about the people around them, the joy that filled the place, and the little details that made the day memorable. The day began as usual, though the sky was a bit gloomy, quite the opposite of the couple’s bright and cheerful mood. We left home a little late since it had been raining in the morning. To avoid getting stuck in traffic, we decided to take the metro instead. Being the first working day of the week, the roads were busier than usual, and the rain made it even worse. The metro, however, was relatively empty when we boarded, so we managed to find seats. Our destination was the last stop, so I spent the time listening to music. A...

The joy of soul, jumping all around, so full of excitement, for the moment at hand. The day began differently dull, lazy, lifeless, But everything changed Once I found the right place. Music surrounding, claps in rhythm, feet gently tapping to the beat within. It isn’t my joy alone, but the people’s delight, their happiness reflected, shining on every side. How long will this joy last? Is it fleeting, or forever? Time will reveal the truth, the answer to our wonder. And the answer feels sweet, like ice cream after a meal filling not just the stomach, but the soul as well.                                                  _ Beera

How much does a wound really hurt? We all know the pain of it, but do we think about it only when it happens, or do we reflect on it at other times too? Yesterday, I hurt my finger while working, and since then, it has been bothering me constantly. It’s just a small wound, yet the pain feels much greater than its size. The moment my finger was cut, I felt a sharp sting shooting through my fingertips, and the pain lingered, refusing to leave. I quickly did the first aid as it was bleeding , and thankfully, the bleeding stopped. But this morning, the throbbing ache returned and kept me from doing even simple tasks. Every now and then, just when I’d forget about it, a sudden sharp pain would strike again, instantly reminding me of my current problem. Even now, while I am typing, it feels like I am a beginner learning how to type all over again, and my speed has decreased noticeably, making me more aware of the discomfort. The wound may be small, almost invisible, but it feels powerful e...

The green leaves fluttering in the breeze keep the surroundings fresh and lively, full of life. Having plants around creates a refreshing feeling that rejuvenates both mind and body. I too have a few potted plants growing inside my home as well as outside. A house feels warmer and more welcoming when there are plants around. They take away the sense of loneliness or emptiness, almost as if someone is always there with us. I even named my first plant ‘Oxy’, a snake plant . I still remember how excited I was to welcome this new member into our family. My brother and I collected mud to pot it, returning home completely dusted and dirty. Mom was upset, but since she was the one who had sent us, she didn’t scold us. We even bought manure to mix with the soil so that the plants could grow well. Before ‘Oxy’ came, we had already tried growing outdoor plants like spinach and tomatoes. Some grew successfully, while others failed, mostly because they dried up or were destroyed by monkeys pullin...

I walked and walked, a winding lane, Each glance I met brought silent pain. Not just one face, but many stare, Do they judge me? Do they care? Do they despise the words I say? Or wish I’d kept them all away? Did I offend, or speak too fast? Would silence have been best to cast? The questions echo, never end, A storm of doubts I can’t defend. Anxiety has a heavy cost, Arrives when words are already lost. Are these thoughts blessings or flaws? No answer fits, no guiding laws. Still, the puzzle won’t explain The thought will forever remain. Among the crowd, both near and far, I sweat beneath their judging stare. This burden makes me keenly see, The world weighs heavily upon. Is self-awareness a gift or a curse? A truth I seek in every verse. Though silence falls, one thing sustains The thought, unanswered, still remains.

This is a story of a newspaper. Imagine if newspapers could speak, they would surely have tales to tell, waiting for someone to listen, just as I need someone to understand my emotions. This is the story of Paper , who longed to share his journey with the world. Hi, my name is Paper , and today I’d like to share a day in my life. I was created some time ago, and after all the hustle, I rested with my companions, sleeping peacefully before the sun rose. The room was dark; all I could see were shadows, and all I could hear was the soft breathing of my fellow newspapers. I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, unsure of what the future held for me. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. My eyes fluttered open when the lights were switched on. I quickly nudged my friends to wake up, eager to begin our journey. Soon, a man entered and picked up a bundle of us. I was in the middle of the stack. As he stepped outside the building, a cool morning breeze brushed against my surface, sending a chi...