Wo(a)ndering thoughts!!!

Climbing uphill? Not my cup of Tea. My heart isn’t built for that kind of friction. It beats better on flat ground. But don’t mistake the softness for a weakness. Because when the manipulators start their dance, I  watch from the nosebleeds, My chest a block of ice,  miles and miles away I don’t shout about what I can do. I whisper it.  Downplay the magic so it sounds casual. But the truth is? Every single morning, I trip over a new gift I forgot I had. People look at me and see a warning sign- “Intimidating” But that’s not malice. That’s just the armor of everywhere I’ve already been, Mixed with a confidence that won't apologize for taking up space. I am a walking contradiction. Give me a cartoon, a moving drawing on a screen. And I will weep for its fictional grief. But give me a life-critical situation!? I will look at the chaos, a nd make jokes about it. To the outside world, I look like a hurricane. A hundred different storylines tangled up at once. But if you watch ...

The autumn air carries the familiar scent of camphor and marigolds. It is that time of year when the idols of goddesses are gently dusted, dressed in silk, and celebrated for nine nights. We are reminded that womanhood is whole and divine—that within women lives the wisdom of Saraswathi, the grace of Parvathi, and the strength of Kali. Yet, looking around, a quiet question remains: how many young girls are actually told the true stories of these goddesses' strength?! Instead, we are brainwashed with compliance! What rises up inside me isn't bitterness; it is Raudhiram —a word the great poet Mahakavi Bharathi used to describe a balanced, righteous anger. He offered a simple piece of advice to girls/women: ரௌத்திரம் பழகு (Practice righteous rage). But what does it mean for a girl to practice this kind of rage? It means learning to stand up for yourself. It means quietly but firmly holding onto your rights and refusing to compromise your dignity just to keep the peace. ...