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Between Then and Now

  A journey I took with my wandering mind, To a place in time I longed to find. Not a palace, nor a far-off shore, But a space of love I’d lived before. The walls were plain, the roof was low, Yet joy would bloom in every glow. It wasn’t grand, yet felt so wide— The world we had with parents beside. They held the sky, they lit the way, Though we thought they simply stayed. For us, that time was heaven’s song, A place where hearts forever belong. And now, I wear a cloak of grace, In motherhood’s warm, tender embrace. Two lovely hands, two shining eyes— My superheroes in a world of sighs. With them, I feel the safest place, In every hug, a soft embrace. The past was gold, the now is too— Because of love, both old and new. So when I drift through time again, I smile at both the now and then. For childhood’s light and motherhood’s glow Are the only homes I’ll ever know. Daya Nair🫶
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The Quiet One We All Knew – A Tribute to Arun

  In a world driven by meetings,Concalls, mails, and noise, Where names flash by and the loudest voice Often gets the floor—we sometimes forget That some souls lead by simply being. Arun was one of them. Not the one at the mic, not the one up front, But the one who made sure things worked. Programs ran smoother because he was there. Behind the screens, behind the calls, Behind the scenes—yet part of it all. Many of us never shared a coffee with him, Never stood beside him in office corridors. He was at Trivandrum, some of us far Central and north, But the region—yes, this big, sprawling region— Had his quiet fingerprints everywhere. We live in times where people say “Everyone is busy in their own world.” But when Arun fell silent, We saw how false that is. We felt the shift. The whole system stumbled for a moment, And grief didn’t just stay with his family— It seeped through our teams, Across districts, branches, clusters. The prayers weren’t just for him. They were for what we wer...
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Too Early

  Sometimes, death arrives like a whisper, Uninvited, unforgiving, unkind  It tiptoes in when hearts are full, And leaves only silence behind. I’ve pleaded with You , With hands folded and heart undone  Can’t You wait? Just a little while? Let them see their children growing. Let them laugh a few more times, Feel the sun on weary skin, Hold the hands they’ve always held, Let love win  just once again. Why must the good be taken first? Why must the stories end midway? A breath, a blink, and all is changed — Joy turned to ash in a single day. I’ve known this pain — it’s not new. I met it the day my amma flew. That quiet goodbye still echoes loud, I carry her voice through every crowd. And now again, I stand and watch, Another soul on that fragile line Between this world and the unknown, While prayers and tears intertwine. Lord, if You’re listening in this night, If You can feel their breaking heart, Do what only You can do  Don’t l...
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A Vishu Beyond Us

Last Vishu came with a quiet change, The silence in Amma felt so strange. No bubbling pots, no joyful calls, Just stillness echoing through the walls. We didn’t know — how could we see? Her mind was waging war silently. Aggressive myeloma — a thief in disguise, Stealing the sparkle from her eyes. That was her last Vishu here with us, No goodbyes, no warning, no fuss. And now again, the season turns, But without her, the lamp barely burns. Her dearest brother, her heart’s delight, Joined her in the eternal light. I wonder if they’ve found each other, Sister and soul-tied younger brother. Perhaps they’re laughing where time won’t end, No pain to fight, no wounds to mend. And we, down here, just try to cope — With memories, love, and a thread of hope. This life — it isn’t ours to keep, It slips away like twilight’s sweep. We plan, we worry, we strive for more, While the universe holds the unseen door. We cling to control, but it’s just a thread, For tomorrow belongs to no one’s head. So w...
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