Wings2Fly

  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🫶

  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...