For all the good people I meet here.... PINNEDI will most probably never see you, Never truly know your joy or your pain, Your light, your darkness, Your dreams, your fears. We are different— In mind, in body, in desire, In place and belief. You may believe in God, I may believe in none. You c... See More »
The Empty CartI was accompanying my friend on one of her long shopping sprees. She picked up products, placed them in her cart, then put them back again in endless indecision. To escape the slow torment of watching, my eyes wandered...and I noticed an old hunched... See More »
Behind a NameBehind this name, I try to show, The care I feel, you’ll never know. No smile for you to clearly see, Yet still, your words mean much to me. You can’t hear laughter, soft and true, Or see my eyes light up for you. But in each line I leave behind, I... See More »
My Little BodyguardsA few years back, I was working on a project in a far-off, beautiful hill station. The mornings were cool and misty, and we had a cozy little café. There, a ginger cat mom lived with two kittens ..... one with coat like a leopard and another the... See More »
Unclaimed heartsHe stood, turned away. Across the table, she gathered her bag, each motion a soft farewell. He had nothing to take. What he treasured most lay between them— like a delicate glass abandoned on the table. In his eyes, fear flickered— Would it lay unt... See More »
I Left the Bonds of Eons Behind“Why?” I asked. He smiled— peace glowing like a hundred suns. “Who?” I asked. He turned to me, his steps gentle, light as breath. “Where?” I asked. The Buddha—serene, a blossom of the divine— walked ahead in calm, gentle strides. I followed— and l... See More »
Become the Person You SeekSomeone once gave me a piece of advice that stuck with me: “Be the kind of person you want to meet.” In relationships, we’re often drawn to people who seem to fill a gap in us; the shy go for the bold, the introvert for the outgoing, the... See More »
The Forgotten Umbrellas in Our LivesSome people are like umbrellas..... most needed when life pours down on us with rain and thunder. They shield us in our darkest, stormiest hours without asking for anything in return. But the moment the skies clear and the sun returns, they’re... See More »
Creativity Often Grows in the Soil of SufferingPain has a way of cracking open the soul, revealing truths we might otherwise never confront. When people face deep necessity, whether emotional, social, or physical, they are pushed to imagine new solutions, new ways of being. Adversity becomes... See More »
His Will - The Storm That Moves MeI am but a dry leaf in the air, No wings to rise—yet I am there. A storm unseen lifts me high; Not my strength, but God’s eternal will. You may not hear the breath that flows, But trace my path—and you will know. I long to shed this weight I bear—... See More »
Ever Dreamt Something Too Real to Forget? Like This Dream of Mine....This morning, I woke with a heart full of questions and the scent of flowers still lingering in my mind. I had dreamt of a serene lake, kissed by the gentle warmth of the morning sun. Mist rose like whispers from its surface, curling softly into the... See More »
Goonkaal: The Fire-Eyed Spirit of Kaalthari[...One of the many tales my great-grandfather told us… from his village of Kaalthari, where each day was a struggle for survival, and each night they stitched them into stories to be retold....] In the folds of the Nadiaar Hills, where mists hung l... See More »
Who Was Holding WhoI sat quietly at the edge of the lake, shoes off, dipping my feet into her cool, whispering waters. Each ripple felt like a gentle hand, soothing the tired ache of a long, relentless week. I had come seeking calm—not answers, just a pause. A moment t... See More »
The Wisdom in the NailsI sat outside the office, nerves twisted into knots, chewing at my fingernail like it held the answer to all my problems. Pacing. Sitting. Sighing. I was a full-blown anxiety opera with no interval. I plopped down again, staring blankly…until I... See More »
What’s the one piece of wisdom that quietly carried you through your darkest hour, when nothing else could?The phrase "this will pass too" …..was something that reminded me that neither sorrow nor happiness is permanent.
Two Roses and One Very Awkward InaugurationIt was a six-hour night drive — our second escape since the long COVID curfew. With restrictions partially lifted, we were off to inaugurate a rural social healthcare program. Shops were scarce, so we crammed every necessity into the trunk,... See More »
Have you ever been spellbound by the raw beauty of a stormy night?Recently, we went through a week of relentless rain and storm-lashed winds. Each night, the sky turned pitch black, hidden behind thick rain clouds, torn open only by sudden flashes of lightning and thunder that shook the ground. Trees bent in quiet... See More »
Where the Heart Once Blossomed - HaikuOne deep breath, her scent fills my lungs, and grief blossoms where my heart once bloomed.
Stop Searching for Love, Start Becoming ItWe often believe we fall in love with another person. But the truth is, we fall in love with the experience that awakens within us when we are with them. It is not the person themselves, but the internal resonance the situation evoke.....the warmth,... See More »
Judge a person not by the mistake they make, but by how they behave in the face of it; not by their success, but by the grace with which they carry it
And Still, You Weren’t ThereI fought my fears, drowned in my tears, Buried sorrow deep—no stone, no years Could mark the grief I left behind, Nor map the wreckage of my mind. I cast my joy to the withered wind, Walked alone where dreams had thinned. For a promise, we both... See More »
The Stillness of Friendship - HaikuNot for love or flame, only a friend’s quiet grace, steady as the mount.
People rather change the truth than change their views about people... Its strange.People often twist the truth to fit the image they’ve built of someone......because it’s easier to bend facts than to rebuild beliefs. Why admit a hero has flaws or a villain has depth? Our minds crave consistency, even if it means rewriting... See More »
