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Hope...

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Hey.. So surprise! I'm keeping my promise. , this month's post should have come out, so read up please....
About the post you're reading now, it's one of my rather sad ones, not depressing, but.... Well, if this story had a colour, it would be black and red, with traces of white....

It was a clear, autumn day. The perfect kind, where the light was dim, and yet it was warm enough to enjoy the trickle of melted snow from under the boughs of a tree. The kind where it seemed like nothing could go wrong.. But for a young girl on a cliff somewhere, her life was changing forever...

She was running, panting, her breaths shallow , her feet torn. Her tattered robes, the color of crimson swirled around her in the wind., her raven hair fell onto her face... She remembered running up the same crest of rock before, it seemed so long ago now, only she knew it was just yesterday...
 She remembered the feel of laughter bubbling in her throat, squealing as her father picked her up in his st…

The Hidden Truth

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"Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I haven't put up a post in AGES, and I feel very guilty.. So I PROMISE I will try to give you guys something at least once a week...
On that terrifying note, let's begin....

Please know that none of the posts should be dismissed as pure fiction.. Whether an essay or a story, all of them have some truth, some little thought I want to share with you..."


I set my easel down, look around and smile, my hands soft, my heart bursting with youth, laughter in my throat. I remember thinking that by the time I had set the moment in paint, my hands would be as gnarled as the bark of the trees I was trying to capture... But one simply has to try and my young mind could not resist the challenge...
A swathe of green to capture the life and lushness of the haven. The lively, rushing brook with all its good humor standing out in sparkling blue. The lush, green grass that seemed as innocent as a little child...
The tall oak with all its wisdom, the danc…
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This year, I'm starting eighth grade and completing four years of learning German. For those of you who don't know, I live in Kerala, where Malayalam is the mother tongue. If you've read my blog, you'll know that I prefer writing in English because I seem to have a connection with it. Our schools have always given us the freedom to chose our second language. Recently the government has put out a rule making Malayalam mandatory.
I know not many people read this blog, but I feel that I have to do something as this concerns me. Till now I've not brought any matters like this into this blog, but now I feel I have to do my part.

മലയാളം ഒരു സുന്ദരമായ ഭാഷയാണ്. സമ്മതിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു. ജർമനും ഫ്ര്ൻഞും ഇംഗ്ലീഷും ഒന്നും കുറവാണെന്നല്ല. പക്ഷെ നമ്മുടെ എല്ലാവരുടെയും ഹൃദയത്തിൽ മലയാളത്തിനു ഒരു പ്രത്യേക സ്ഥാനമുണ്ട്. നമ്മൾ ആദ്യം സംസാരിച്ച ഭാഷ , നമ്മുടെ മാതൃഭാഷ.
എന്നാൽ ഇപ്പോൾ കുറെ മലയാളികൾ  മലയാള ഭാഷയെ ഒരു പുച്ഛ്റ്റത്തോടെ ആണ്‌ നോക്കുന്നത്‌. ഇതു ശരിയല്ല. മലയാളത്തിന്റെ നാട്ടിൽ നിന്ന് മലയ…

An evening with the Rain

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"My home lies on a hill. If you climb up the roof, you can see clearly for miles. Its a beautiful view, day or night. There's a little ledge I love to sit on here. My neighborhood is home to many species of birds. Nowadays they are quite used to me and some are brave enough to share my ledge. Now I told you that the view is beautiful day or night, but it is best in the rain. The rain makes everything 'look alive'.
I visited my grandparents a few days ago, and while I was there it rained. I was reminded of my ledge at home and thought fondly of the kingfisher who often shares it with me and the little green bird with the beautiful voice that greets me in the mornings. I wrote this tale in the rain, missing my ledge."
The rain is beautiful. I've always thought so, and still do. When the very first drops fall, whatever I was doing is left forlornly on the table as I rush upstairs. I leap up the stairs and slam the door upon, heaving myself onto the roof. Then I cl…

Memories of a friend

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"Hello, all blog readers!! My apologies for disappearing for quite a while.. No, I have not forsaken this blog and i will be putting up posts, but my regularity is not something I can promise... 
However, I do have something new for you to read, and as usual, I hope you'll like it. Here goes!!"

I got my first secret when I was two years old. It came in the form of a friend, the kind that can walk through walls and do impossible feats. He just appeared beside me one day as I cycled down the lane, hair flying and wild, and for some reason, I believed him to be my friend. He was christened as Mike, a name I got from a children's book, and two year old me became best friends with him. He was never perfect, though most such imaginations lead that way, my imagination was stronger. To me he was real, as real as the Earth and the sky, and thus he had a  'real' personality. There were fights and skirmishes, but we always bundled through. He would come whenever I wished …