Updated: Sep 4, 2022
Staring at the stars I realise,
Those gentle specks
From centuries away
Were violent beginnings
On beautiful canvases.
My life is my Canvas,
Wherein I am the beauty
I leave behind
Decades henceforth
When my laughter no longer heard,
And my smile no longer seen.
-Vimala Darshani (2021 Batch)
வீறு கொண்டெழு மனமே வீறு கொண்டெழு மனமே நீ! விழுந்துவிடுவாய் எனசொன்னோர் முன் வாழ்ந்துக்காட்ட! வீறு கொண்டெழு மனமே நீ! உன்னால்முடியாது எனசொன்னோர் முன் உயர்ந்துநிற்க! வீறு கொண்டெழு மனமே
SHATTERED I wake up as usual, but something feels different. I seem to be floating, and I can’t see my hands or feet! Looking down, I see a baby-shaped object covered in a white cloth on top of a meta
As we sat with our legs dangling off the bridge, I looked at her and asked “Do you know how old this bridge is?” She turned, looked at me with surprise and said “I don’t know. Judging by the looks of
