Tag: creative writing

  • Off- road automobiles

    Daily writing prompt
    What is your all time favorite automobile?

    I’m someone with limited knowledge about automobiles, and I don’t particularly have the curiosity to delve into the technicalities. It is what it is. Occasionally, I overhear people discussing cars, but I listen without paying much attention to the details.

    If I were to make a choice, I think I’d lean towards something stylish that I’ve seen in YouTuber vlogs. I’m drawn to cars with a vintage touch and smart AI finishing, creating an upgraded vintage look. It’s a bit challenging to articulate, but that’s the aesthetic I fancy.

    Recently, I came across a black THAR, and I’m absolutely captivated by it. The THAR not only boasts a sleek appearance but also has off-road capabilities, making it an appealing choice for someone like me who’s currently inclined towards the thrill of off-road driving.

  • Unraveling the Tapestry of Human Creativity

    A distinctive aspect of my creativity lies in unraveling the intricacies of human behavior. Observing young toddlers, children, and people of all ages, I’ve noticed their distinct ways of approaching tasks and challenges. This revelation expanded my definition of creativity beyond the conventional understanding.

    As someone who cherishes continuous learning, I aspire to channel my creativity into more substantial and distinctive endeavors. While my current expressions of creativity include laughing with closed eyes or pretending to be shy by blushing fully 😉, I am eager to explore and unveil new dimensions of creativity in the future.

    So, ask me again, and I’ll share a different facet of my creativity, one that continues to evolve and surprise.

  • How I Journey for Healing and Hope

    Self-reflection day! Just when a path seems clear, life introduces even greater stumbling blocks. Success, seemingly within reach, often eludes us, appearing farther away than our hopeful visions. It may seem unjust to many, yet numerous individuals have achieved remarkable feats this year. As the year draws to a close, celebrations abound for those who have conquered milestones, but there exists a handful mourning the year’s end due to debt repayment, personal failures, worries about their children’s education, and more.

    My question today is, have we gleaned valuable lessons from the experiences of this year? Do we harbor any regrets in life? Is there room for improvement that we recognize within ourselves? Are we confident enough to step into a new year with a hopeful heart, or are we still contemplating what lies ahead? I won’t deny that I’ve encountered thousands of setbacks this year, making it a challenging period filled with burdens and trials. However, I can proudly proclaim that amidst these challenges, I’ve learned the art of healing, and for that, I am grateful to God.

    As Christmas approaches, my wish is that Santa brings a better life for me and my family in the coming year. Amen!

  • What Christmas is to me!

    Today is the 23rd of December, and 18-20 years ago, my siblings and I were filled with excitement as Christmas approached. It was a time when we could celebrate at home with our parents, indulge in delicious food, and adorn ourselves in new dresses. The festivities included eagerly anticipated afternoon games where we received prizes and the frequent treat of Gur Chini (jaggery) every few hours.

    Our parents, however, were seldom present at the community ground festivities. My mom was occupied with church and community work, while my dad had his own responsibilities, making appearances during the celebration quite rare. We found solace with our second and third aunt (yet third Aunt won’t be there this year at the community ground, as she is in a better place now), who took care of us, treated us to local delicacies like Sinju, and occasionally bought special treats from the shop.

    Despite not having the opportunity to wear fancy dresses or join our friends, the bond between my sisters and me strengthened. I took on the role of the big sister, responsible for their well-being in the absence of our parents. Occasionally, our peer groups would ridicule us for not being part of the larger group or not dressing as smartly. This, along with mom’s peculiar restrictions, further distanced us from our peers.

    This Christmas tradition continued until I started my degree studies. Since then, my participation in the festivities dwindled due to exams, short holidays requiring expense savings, and later commitments in the workplace. Initially, I didn’t mind being away during Christmas, but as time passed, I started feeling homesick and longed to be with my family.

    This year, being far from home, I anticipate spending most of my time inside the four walls of my room. My prayer is that, regardless of our locations, we will welcome Christ into our hearts and let His presence dwell within us. May we learn to submit to His care and be instruments of His love, no matter the circumstances. I extend warm wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas.

  • “Everyone is a hero!”

    In the year 2018, I listened to my students’ harrowing tales of Kerala’s devastating floods. They recounted their real-life ordeals of navigating through the floodwaters and enduring the aftermath. As I heard their stories, the distress they experienced became palpable, and I empathized deeply with their struggles. Many had endured nightmares as their homes succumbed to the deluge, forcing them to seek refuge in relief camps.

    However, my understanding took a profound turn when I watched the documentary “2018.” It dawned on me that what they had conveyed to me was merely the tip of the iceberg, and the extent of the devastation was far greater. My heart ached witnessing people grappling with the aftermath of decisions that led to such catastrophic consequences. I pondered what might have happened if certain preventive measures were taken or if they had heeded the warnings of their team members (as seen from the documentary)

    Fast forward to the end of that distressing year, the resilient people of Kerala faced yet another adversary—COVID-19. It’s remarkable how, despite these challenges, many of the individuals I’ve encountered have managed to rebuild their lives successfully. Reflecting on these adversities, I can’t help but contemplate how my own family might have coped in such circumstances and where we might be now.

    Beyond the miseries and dangers, these resilient individuals stand tall, facing the world with unwavering zeal. Their strength in the face of adversity has left a lasting impact on me, making me feel a bit stronger today.