
A meditation unfolds, vast as the sky— The hush of a tree revealing inner truths.
The Coolies and Sreerengu Yes, they were called coolies; they were coolies. The Tamil workers
Under Her Wings The monsoon season was unfurling magic, The wind’s gentle caresss and the
The Great Floodof ’99, and the origin of the Tea Company I wrote 6 chapters
I climbed the hill of all I thought I craved, With calloused feet and dreams
A flowering paddy field, once gold and ripe, Now a tranquil lake, where two hearts
You came like night—no warning sign, With eyes that drank the soul from mine. A
Jealousy is a fire that burns inside, A feeling that consumes, that devours the soul.
Between the songs, famished wings flutter by, Low-marked, fading, a delay in nature’s sigh. From
My Siblings and our Happy Vacation Munnar always brought golden memories to all the six
I never wished for perfect days, Your flaws were stars in skies I knew. But
On a moonlit bough of a mango tree, A tender bud stirred, wild and free.
Silent Valley: A Valley of Poetic Excellence There is no place dearer to me
Stamped with stories, worn with grace, A traveler’s soul in every place. Pages whisper of
Puthenangady: Exodus from Veloor the Flood Plain- to the Safety of the Dry Land Puthenangady,
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