The Screen Remembers

No one greets me 

Like my system does. 

Every morning

it softly says, 

"Good morning".

Like it was waiting for me

to wake up. 

Every afternoon, 

every evening,

every night-

it never forgets me. 

And when I come back

after a long day

or a quiet absence,

it gently says,

"Welcome back". 

Such small messages are important,

as they somehow feel warm. 

Sometimes it even shows

little poems, news bits, and soft lines

that stay in my heart longer than most conversations do. 

Funny how a simple screen can make someone feel seen and remembered. 

Maybe this is why I smile a little every time it greets me- because in a world where people often forget, my system never does. 

To Every Mother, With Love

Happy Mother's Day 

to every beautiful mother

whose love holds this world together

so quietly

that we often forget

how much she carries inside her heart.

A mother is the kind of person

who stays awake

just to make sure her child sleeps peacefully.

The kind of person

who hides her own pain

so, her family can smile.

She gives the biggest pieces of her life

without ever asking for anything back.

Her love lives in the smallest things—

in warm meals,

in late-night prayers,

in waiting near the door until we come home,

in asking “Did you eat?”

even when she herself is tired.

And no matter how old we grow,

there is something about a mother’s voice

that still feels like home.

Some mothers are beside us today.

Some live far away.

And some are now only memories

we hold tightly in our hearts.

But a mother’s love never leaves.

It stays in our habits,

our strength,

our softness,

our hearts.

So today,

hug your mother a little longer.

Call her if you can.

Tell her you love her.

Because one day

we realize that the woman

who worried the most,

prayed the hardest,

and loved the deepest…

was the greatest blessing

we ever had.

Happy Mother’s Day

to every mother out there.

Thank you for loving us in a way

the world never truly deserves,

but deeply needs.

The world's best, most caring and loving grandma is now just looking at me from heaven, smiling softly. 

Worn Once, Kept Forever.

It is not a mere shirt.

At first, it appears to be a mere piece of cloth, a name, some pictures.

But, as you see, it is embracing years.

All its corners have a tale.

The voice of each color of ink is a voice.

Some wrote in a pleasant manner, others hurried, others scribbled.

But all of it… somehow feels like home.

Once we were all unknown to each other.

Different schools, habits, fears. 

We didn’t know who would stay,

who would matter,

who would become that person we can’t imagine leaving behind.

And then slowly, without us noticing,

attendance became friends,

group work became late-night phone calls,

and random talks became recollections worth remembering forever. 

This shirt is evidence of that.

Here, in one place,

are the people who made ordinary days feel important.

The ones who sat beside us, laughed too loud,

shared notes, shared food, shared silence.

Few messages are lengthy, full of emotions that they were not able to express.

Few of them are merely a name but even a name has a tale of its own.

Few could write jokes, that is the way they love.

The rest had inscribed blessings, as they did not know how to bid farewell.

And perhaps that's the worst part of it all.

Because no one really teaches you how to leave a phase of life like this.

There’s no proper ending, no perfect words.

Just a shirt, passed around,

and a quiet understanding that things are changing.

This shirt will be stored in a cupboard one day.

Not used daily.

But never forgotten.

Several years later you may pull it out,

touch your fingers on the stained ink,

and all of a sudden recall it all--

the classes, the fun, the pressure, the individuals.

You will try to read the messages over again,

some clear, some blurred,

and realize… it was never about how perfect the words were.

It was about who wrote them.

Because in the end,

this shirt is not regarding signatures.

It’s about presence of individuals who lived together with you,

and made it better somehow.

So, wear it once.

Allow them to draw everything on it.

Allow it to become messy, crowded with love in the form of messages and imperfect.

Because years from now,

this will not feel like a shirt.

It will feel like a piece of your life

that you were lucky enough to hold onto.

We Thought There Was Still Time

It hasn’t ended yet—

and maybe that’s what makes it harder.

Everything is still the same on the outside…

the same classrooms,

the same corridors,

the same people walking past like any other day—

but somewhere inside,

it already feels different.

There’s a strange silence

hidden between our usual laughter now,

like we all know something is about to change

but no one wants to say it out loud.

We still sit together,

still joke,

still complain about the same things—

but the moments feel heavier,

like they are trying to stay a little longer.

We used to count days to finish this,

to move on,

to start something new.

But now,

we quietly wish

time would just slow down.

Because these aren’t just random days anymore—

these are the “last few times”

happening without warning.

The last long conversation

that felt normal.

The last time we all laughed

without thinking it meant something more.

The last time sitting together

felt so easy.

And the hardest part is—

there won’t be a clear ending.

No final moment

that tells us

this is it.

Just a slow drifting—

less messages,

fewer calls,

until one day

we realize

we don’t talk like we used to.

We will all move forward,

meet new people,

build new lives—

and on the outside,

everything will look fine.

But sometimes,

in the middle of a busy day,

something small will remind us—

a place,

a song,

a random memory—

and suddenly,

we will miss this…

more than we expected to.

Not just the place,

not just the routine—

but the way we were

when we were here,

together,

without even knowing

we were living something

we would one day

struggle to let go of.

And maybe that’s the truth—

it hasn’t ended yet…

but our hearts

have already started missing it. 

Four years just passed by within the blink of an eye. 

It all feels like yesterday- every single memory, moment, fight, happiness, joy, sadness, etc. 

A Day Without Phone

What if, just for one day,

you didn’t reach for your phone

the moment you woke up?

No notifications waiting,

no messages to check,

no endless scrolling

that makes hours disappear without notice.

At first, it would feel strange—

like something is missing,

like you don’t quite know

what to do with the silence.

But slowly,

that silence would begin to change.

You would start noticing things again—

the way people actually look at you

when they talk,

the small pauses in conversations,

the comfort of just being present.

You would listen more,

not just to respond,

but to understand.

Laughter would feel lighter,

moments would feel real,

and time would no longer feel rushed.

You wouldn’t feel the need

to capture everything,

to post it,

to prove that it happened.

Because you were there—

fully, completely there.

Maybe we didn’t lose connection

because life got busy.

We clearly lost it

because we slowly replaced it

with something easier,

something faster,

something less real.

And maybe,

what we have been searching for all along

was never inside our screens.

The Heart of Sound

Carnatic music is the most melodious and gentle form of music.

It moves one note at a time, never rushes, 

it lets every sound float softly. 

Each raga has its own hidden beautiful meaning and feeling, 

It can be the feeling of any emotion - warmth, happiness, sadness, calmness, depth or safety. 

The tanpura hums softly in the background.

It is like a heartbeat for the raga and its tune. 

It keeps the notes steady. 

The violin follows the singer's voice. 

It stretches the notes smoothly, with a gentle touch and makes the music feel full. 

The veena plucks its strings softly. 

It adds beauty and richness making the music shine and adding a special kind of depth and tune to the singer's voice and raga. 

The mridangam beats the rhythm, follows the raga and guides the music so it flows naturally. 

The singer sings with care and feeling. 

The instruments play the role of adding depth and they help every swaram and note. 

Together, they make the raga more beautiful and soothing. 

When you listen, your mind becomes quiet. 

Your thoughts slow down. 

Your breathing becomes calm. 

The music makes your heart feel peaceful as each raga holds a unique tune and touches a different part of the heart. 

The tone and essence are to be felt by the heart as it not just sound. 

It is calmness, peace, and happiness to the soul. 

The Beauty of Handwritten Letters

In a world full of phones and screens,

there is something extremely special about handwritten letters. 

A pen touching the paper slowly,

as thoughts turn into little lines of ink. 

Every letter has a small story. 

Some are neat, some messy, some written fast with excitement, and some slowly with care. 

When someone writes by hand, 

you can feel their presence in their words. 

It is not just writing, 

it is a piece of their heart on paper. 

Years may pass, 

but a handwritten note stays with you forever causing the feeling of nostalgia when read. 

The paper may get old, 

but the feelings inside never fade. 

Handwritten letters are simple, 

but they carry warmth, memories, and love- something no screen or text message can ever replace. 

The Festival of Colors

Holi is not just about colors on our clothes or faces.
It is about the smiles we share and the memories we create together.

It is a day to laugh freely,
to forgive quietly,
and to remind one another that life is meant to be lived with an open heart.

May this Holi bring simple joys into your life —
a warm conversation,
a moment of peace,
a reason to smile without any reason at all.

No matter your age or where you are in life,
may you feel included, valued, and loved.
May the colors of today stay in your heart long after they fade from your hands.

Wishing you and your loved one's happiness, health, and togetherness.

Happy Holi!!

The Quiet Place Between Us

Friends are the people who let you breathe.

With them, you don’t have to pretend.

You don’t have to be strong all the time.

They sit with you, quietly,

and that alone makes things feel better.

They notice small things about you.

When your smile feels tired.

When you laugh but aren’t really okay.

When you are trying, even if no one else sees it.

They remember these things and care about them.

Over time, friends become family.

They feel like brothers and sisters you chose.

They protect you, annoy you, laugh at you,

and still stand by you when you need them most.

They fight with you, tease you,

but never leave when things get hard.

Some friends lift you when you feel low.

Some tell you to keep going when you want to stop.

Some just sit with you in silence,

and somehow that silence feels safe.

They see your weak moments

and don’t turn away.

They see your fears and doubts

and stay anyway.

That staying means more than words.

Friends feel like home.

Not a place, but a feeling.

A warmth you carry inside you.

With them, you are accepted just as you are.

They push you when you’re scared,

and hold you when you fall—

after laughing a little 😃.

They bring joy into sad days

and comfort into heavy ones.

Friends carry parts of you

even when you forget yourself.

They remind you who you are.

They help you feel whole again.

With a friend, you don’t need to explain.

You don’t need to hide.

You don’t need to be perfect.

You can just be you.

Friends are not just people.

They are chosen brothers and sisters.

They are the quiet support in your life.

They are the reason you know

you are never alone.

If Emotions Had Colours...

If emotions had colors,

the world would look like a painting,

alive with every feeling.

Happiness would be yellow,

as bright as the morning sun,

warm on your skin,

making even ordinary days feel special.

Sadness would be blue,

quiet and deep,

like rain falling slowly outside a window,

soft but heavy,

teaching patience and giving space to think.

Anger would be red,

strong and sudden,

rising like fire,

hot and loud in the moment,

then fading slowly, leaving calm behind.

Fear would be grey,

soft, cold,

standing quietly in the corner,

noticed only when you are ready,

teaching caution and care.

Love would have many colors,

sometimes bright and energetic,

sometimes soft and calm,

messy but beautiful,

changing with time,

always deep, always alive.

Peace would be white,

simple and clear,

settling over the heart and mind,

bringing stillness after storms,

making life feel balanced, gentle, and calm.

Every emotion would have its own shade,

reminding us that no feeling is wrong,

and every color has its place.

A Hopeful New Year

A new year begins today,
With fresh days waiting ahead.
It brings new chances,
New dreams,
And hope for better tomorrows.
The past year taught us many lessons.
Some days were happy,
Some days were hard.
But every step made us stronger
Than we once were.
This year,
Let us believe in ourselves a little more.
Let us take small steps,
And be proud of how far we have come.
Let us choose kindness,
Even when life feels busy.
Let us choose peace over drama. 
May we wake up with purpose,
And rest with calm hearts.
May we laugh often,
Love deeply,
And forgive easily.
May this year bring good health,
Warm moments,
And gentle success.
May hope guide our days,
And light fill our paths.
Welcome, New Year.
We step into you with faith,
Smiles,
And open hearts.

The Ones Who Show The Way

Role models teach without expecting back, they guide without saying a word. 

Their lives are full of stories, of quiet strength and simple truth. 

In that light, our parents stand first, they walk through storms yet keep that smile on their face each day. 

Their hands maybe tired but they never show, and their hearts never give up. 

They teach us what books cannot- how to stay kind when life is hard, how to stand tall when days feel stressful and long, how to keep hope alive, and most importantly, how to conquer all the struggles and become successful. 

Then come the friends who stand close, from a few true friends, we learn how to stay positive, how to conquer struggles even from a young age. 

They remind us to keep smiling, to never give up on our dreams, and to believe the best days are ahead of us. 

Their support is simple but strong, their care makes the world feel lighter. 

Teachers, too, guide us with patience, they inspire us through their own journeys, through the challenges they have faced and the strength they quietly carry. 

The lessons they teach us last forever- not only about books, but about courage, hope, and life. 

Their strong faith in us helps us move forward and grow, and their stories light up our path ahead. 

Everyone we meet at any point of life teach us something valuable. 

A new way to think, a reason to be kind or a reminder to stay strong. 

From every person, there is a lesson that helps and inspires us to grow. 

Role models are not only great names or historic figures. 

Sometimes they are people near us (our parents, friends, teachers, neighbors, well-wishers, or even strangers who just crosses your path) who live simply, love deeply, and show the way forward just by being who they are. 

Thirteen Years and Counting

You were always two doors away- close enough for your voice to reach mine without even trying. 

We did not study together, never wore the same uniform or sat in the same classroom and that's what makes it even rarer- we grew up side by side for the past thirteen years in the same apartment, with the same stories and same laughter echoing through these walls. 

You were always a few steps ahead, the first to understand things that I was learning and trying to figure out. 

You taught me how to stay positive, calm, how to see what people do not say, how to deal with different kinds of people, how to stay like a warrior in the most difficult times and most importantly, you could make out if someone is not right for me and you tried to make me comprehend before it was too late. 

You became my steady thing, in every change that came with growing up. 

We had our share of fights (Big and small), the kind where we both refused to talk or say sorry first. 

Those small moments still hold a special place in the heart. When we were young, I used to throw sorry letters into your house when we had arguments, and you place it right back on our table just as stubborn and hurt, but never really gone. 

It made the bond even stronger and lovely. 

That was us- fighting hard, forgiving easily, and finding our way back to one another. 

Between these two flats and this apartment, 

our whole story lives. 

From playing in the corridor, to sharing snacks, secrets and mischiefs, to slowly growing into who we are today- this building has seen it all. 

The walls still remember our laughter, and every corner still knows our names. 

What makes it even more special is that we are still here, still sisters, still walking into each other's homes like they are both ours. 

Our parents just as close as we are, sharing long talks and jokes. 

Thirteen years of knowing you, seeing you in all your phases, and still being loved the same. 

Sometimes I stop and wonder, 

how rare this really is- how few people get to grow up with someone who never drifts away. 

So much around us has changed, but not the way we stayed for each other with the same warmth, laughter, love, and bond. 

Maybe that's what home really means- staying strong through the years and seeing each other through every age. 

The Strength She Wears

The love for bangles is eternal. 

They sing as your hands move, tiny voices of joy that stay close to the heart. 

Their vibrant, unique colors glow in sunlight, each one holding a story- of laughter, of special moments, days and occasions. 

And the scent of flowers- always a timeless companion. 

Their fragrance brings peace, their touch warm and gentle. 

Bangles on the wrist and flowers in the hair remind you that the smallest of things can matter, that beauty can stay simple, and that even the softest things can carry strength. 

The Smell of Rain

The sky is dark and still

Then the rain begins to fall, making everything look so beautiful (nature at its best)!

The ground smells fresh and clean, 

Like the earth is smiling again. 

The trees move with the wind, and the air feels cool. 

The smell of rain and wet mud hit different; it brings happiness to many hardworking souls like farmers and brings calm to every heart. 

The world feels soft and bright, 

As if it has just been washed. 

Diwali is so much more

Diwali is so much more,

Than lights,sweets and festivity.

It’s in the love we choose to share,

In gentle words and hearts that care.

It shines in smiles that warm the day,

In helping hands along the way.

It glows within each friendship true,

In kindness shown in all we do.

It’s in forgiveness, soft and sweet,

In every stranger that we greet.

It’s in the joy of giving too,

In hearts made bright and pure and new.

For Diwali’s light is not just flame,

It lives in hearts that love the same.

When we care, give, and restore—

That’s what Diwali’s truly for.

A Tribute

You wake up each day
and try your best.
You smile, you work,
you shine like the rest.
Some people may look
and only see what you can’t do.
But you show the world
your heart and your strength too.
You can learn, you can build,
you can dream, you can sing.
You can reach your goals
and do anything.
Your courage and kindness
light up every place.
You teach everyone
about hope and grace.
We thank you, we respect you,
we stand by your side.
You are not less,
you are strong with pride.
Specially abled,
brave and true —
the world is brighter
because of you.
And in our hearts
your light will stay,
guiding our world
to a kinder day.

The Sister Never Asked For

Some friendships start quietly. Two people meet, share a laugh, a secret, and never imagine how deep the bond will grow. And yet, somehow, that connection finds roots. It grows through years, through changes, through the little moments no one notices but somehow matter the most.
There is a friend like that — a sister never asked for but always needed. She will be there through the small, ordinary days, and difficult days and through laughter, and tears that nobody else sees. She has stayed when it would have been easier to walk away.
There are memories that linger, soft and vivid, feeling like the world belongs only to those who are laughing. Whispering secrets in the dark, words that felt sacred at the time. Small fights that seemed enormous then, now treasures that make the bond feel alive. Every memory is a thread, weaving the story of a friendship that refuses to fade.
And there are the present moments — late-night talks that heal without words, long silences that somehow say everything, laughter spilling in the spaces between sentences. Simple gestures: a hand that reaches out when the world feels cold, a smile that reassures when it feels like nothing makes sense. These are not grand moments, but they are everything.
Friendship like this does not demand attention. It does not need constant reminders. It exists quietly, like a light that never goes out. Even when life takes people to different cities, different worlds, the bond remains. It is steady, unshakable, eternal.
Sometimes, it feels almost too rare, too beautiful, to hold inside. There is a warmth in knowing that someone has chosen to stay, through everything. That someone sees all the cracks, the messy corners, the fragile edges, and still says, silently: I am here. I am not going anywhere.
A forever friend is home carried in the chest. A sister never asked for yet always needed. Someone who reminds you that love does not always have to be loud or flashy. Sometimes love is quiet and patient. Sometimes it is the hand that finds yours in the dark, the heart that waits even when the world moves on.
And realizing that, feeling that, is a kind of magic. Soft, unspoken, eternal. A bond that survives time, distance, and change. A bond that is carried, always, within.

Priceless Things

Money can buy you a delicious meal,
But not a friend to hold your hand.
It buys a watch with diamond faces,
But not the time for life's embraces.
It buys new clothes and fancy shoes,
But not the strength to never lose.
The best of things are bought by love, not by money.

An Act of Love

People we love, near and dear, bring us joy and dry our tears.

Family, friends, and loved ones too, make us happy, through and through.

With them, we laugh, with them, we cry, they help us soar and reach great heights. 

A smile, a hug, a gentle touch and a kind word or gesture can mean so very much.

Listen close and always care, love and kindness, freely share.

In hearts where love does stay, brightens every single day.

Hold them close, keep them near, show them love and care.

Cherish friends and family too, they will always be there for you.

Your small act of kindness has the ability to brighten someone's day out there and eventually there will be smiles everywhere.