: An older brother is a father, mother, friend, teacher, annoying personality, wrestler, adviser
for life, motivational speaker, your remote control and a stand-up comedian all in one.
The Hollow’ed Call
I tried sleeping for hours and hours by making my room as cold as possible, tightly wrapping myself into my thick rug. But I just could not fall asleep because my brain keeps harking back to the echoes of that phone call that I just heard. My mind was just playing that scene over and over and over again in my head as if it were like a nightmare but I still did not know how to react to it.
A ballad for the love of death.
The question being love answered by betrayal and death of a loved one. We question a lot, but this from the few, that only make sense to a loss felt broken heart.
Stories Under The Sun
The thing about the sun is that you don’t talk about it.
It is enough to bathe in its presence,
To feel its rays on your skin even when you’re not looking.
It is enough to know it sustains you even when it is beyond
Your hemisphere’s line of sight.
MEASURING IN LIGHT
I had started to count kindness on my fingers. If you were like me, you barely got enough of it to fill in one hand, but I took what I could; I still do. I had learnt to lick it in scraps, taking whatever I could and storing it in a jar made of hope and I took a bit more out of it than I should have every time I was told I wasn’t enough. Which was every day.
Till death did us part.
We live for the people around us. If we are scared of death, it is only in part because of the pain, the rest is a mind-numbing fear of losing what we know, who we know. There is family, there are friends. But sometimes, we find that relationships form in the most unlikely of places. It might be a negative one, no matter. Only, we might never fully comprehend the depth of it till we face a void that cannot be filled, till death and damnation. Can hate cause a wistfulness as potent as love?
His Absence
People didn’t realize the importance of his presence in her life when he was around and 90% of the people in her life right now don’t have the faintest clue of the weight of His absence in her mind. Was she able to get over? Was she able to move on?
The Stoic overflow
Silence is a feel-good way to spend some time when you are upset, but not until you start suppressing your agonies and hardships. This is when you become a stoic. You think a million times, overthink and rethink before you say something. And by the time it starts choking you, you’d regret not having expressed it earlier.
A piece of peace
It’s the little things that bother you to an extent nothing else does. It’s the little feelings that are hard to decipher and hard to tame. It’s difficult to get people to understand you, sometimes it’s difficult to understand yourself. But writing them down can make your heart feel a little lighter.
Onam:A perspective
Onam, a festival that people long to celebrate, a festival that brings everyone together, a festival that invokes joy and oneness, a festival close to the hearts of all Malayalis. But what does it look like from the perspective of someone who isn’t a Malayali. Read this piece to find out.