That's where I belong..

When it’s time to say goodbye,
I hope to return to where my journey began—
the land where I first opened my eyes to the world.
Life may take us far, across roles, cities, and seasons,
but our native place stays within us as an emotion,
not something we can ever trade.
The place that cradles my most cherished moments
and the people who filled my life with joy and meaning.
Trivandrum!!! It is the place I love the most,
the place where I belong...

I bloomed the day he was born

 They said motherhood would rewrite my mind,

that my world would shrink to my baby.

But they were wrong.

Motherhood didn’t make me disappear—

it made me more alive than ever.

It dragged out my strength,

sharpened my resilience,

and rebuilt a woman who finally knows her worth.

I learned to love myself fiercely—

to claim my skin, my body,

every curve, every mark, every story it carries.

I love my child with a depth beyond words…

but I love myself too—

and I will not dim that 

truth for anyone.

Reflecting Within

Once, deep within the heart, there existed a sacred space — tender and unguarded — that loved without boundaries, trusted without hesitation, and welcomed every wave of pain as though it were a lesson in disguise. In its innocence, it forgot one truth — to turn that love inward, to heal the bruises it carried in silence.

Time, gathered those broken fragments — each scar, each tear, each forgotten whisper of strength and though slowly, from the ruins, a new heart began to form. The heart that no longer seeks any validation in others’ warmth. It knows the art of mending, the grace of solitude, and the beauty of self-cherishing.

Now, it beats with wisdom — gentle yet unwavering. It refuses to dim its light for acceptance, or to compromise on what sets its soul ablaze.

For at last, she understands — her life, her love, her peace are her own… and that is where her healing truly began.