The itch to write

Sometimes, a report card is more than a collection of numbers. Sometimes, it holds years of struggle, a child's perseverance, a mother's silent prayers, and a beautiful reminder of God's faithfulness. Today, my son came home with his midterm results, and I found myself overwhelmed with emotions I could hardly put into words. He had scored so well, with his marks averaging around 80%. To some, this might seem like an ordinary academic achievement. There are children who score 100 out of 100, and parents who celebrate even higher marks. But for my son, for our family, this is HUGE. Because I know what it took to get here. The Journey Behind the Numbers All his life, my son has tried so hard academically. I have watched him struggle to keep up with his peers, even when he put in so much effort. I have seen how challenging learning could be for him, and I know how often the results failed to reflect the hard work he had invested. As a mother, it is difficult to watch your child...

One little flower bloomed today, quietly, without a sound. And suddenly, my balcony held a little more light, my heart felt a little more warm, and the ordinary felt almost magical. Funny, isn’t it.... how one tiny bloom can make you pause, smile, and believe that perhaps, there is still a little magic hiding in the everyday.  This is that flower from my balcony that turned a ordinary moment into a poem.

  Sometimes, life asks us to wait, much like a flower waiting to bloom. Beneath the soil, where nothing seems to happen, roots are growing deeper, silently gathering strength. Not every season is meant for blooming. Some are meant for patience, some for healing, and some for becoming. There is a couple longing to cradle a child in their arms, whose prayers grow deeper with every passing month. There is a young woman dreaming of marriage, wondering when she will find the hand that is meant to hold hers. There is a young soul standing at the threshold of adulthood, waiting for a career to take flight, uncertain of when the first opportunity will arrive. There is a mother who has spent years nurturing her children, now gathering the courage to step out of the familiar warmth of her home and return to a career of her own. There is someone who, after the unexpected loss of a job, is waiting anxiously for a new beginning, hoping that another door will open where one has closed. Each...

We have grown bewitched with the art of looking young, Of flawless skin and faces untouched by time. We chase the glow, the smoothness, the perfect hue, As though beauty were a thing the years could undo. A thousand steps to preserve a youthful face, A thousand promises of beauty, youth and grace. Yet, in this endless pursuit of perfection, Have we forgotten beauty's true reflection? We worship the skin, the face, the fleeting glow, While neglecting all the things that help us grow. We tend to the surface, so carefully and well, But what of the deeper things that dwell? Care for your heart, your liver, your lungs, The words you speak, the songs you have sung. Your body is more than the face you show; There is so much more to nurture and know. For beyond the skin, beyond the face, Lies a beauty untouched by time's embrace. A beauty that no mirror can reveal, A quiet grace that only the heart can feel. Let the years pass; let the fine lines appear, Let silver strands replace the ...

 It has been 9 years since I married Rohit and became a part of this beautiful family, and in that time I came to know Amma as an all-rounder.  I remember once asking Appa about the collection of awards in the showcase, and he told me that most of them belonged to Amma. From writing to creative thinking, to receiving “Best Employee” awards at Cochin Refinery.. ( thats wher she worked) —she was always at the top in everything she did. I even came across her handwritten recipe book, filled with recipes for many dishes including doughnuts which was uncommon back then. Every page was written with neat handwriting and exact measurements. Rohit often told me how Saturdays at home were almost like a feast when Amma would prepare a variety of new dishes for the family. Food was her love language and she found joy in serving the family.  Amma had a way of finding cute coincidences. Amma told me soemthig she had figured out. she told that all the daughter in laws of the house....

  ​Losing a childhood friend feels like losing a piece of your own history. Our journey began in Baroda, Gujarat, where for three years we played together and our families grew close. Those years created a bond that time could never erase. I still vividly remember how my sister and I, along with Ansu and her little sister, Anju, would play together. We spent so much of our time trying to entertain Anju since she was the smallest among us. ​While life eventually took us on different paths, social media allowed us to find each other again. We exchanged messages and caught glimpses of each other’s lives, always assuming there would be more time to truly catch up. ​The sudden news of Ansu’s passing on December 31st has brought my world to a standstill. It was a heavy, silent shock to lose someone like her. Watching the funeral online broke my heart, especially seeing her parents, her sister Anju, and of course, her husband and child. ​I am holding onto those three years of laughter...

  As much as the holiday season can be beautiful, it can also feel incredibly complex for many people.  These days often arrive as quiet reminders of time moving forward, catching us off guard and stirring emotions we didn’t expect. Sitting at the table and noticing who is missing. Thinking back to last year, when life looked so different.  What begins as simple remembrance can easily drift into deep sadness, right in the middle of a season that’s supposed to feel cheerful and light. If this is something you’re feeling this year, I want you to know there is room for you here—and that you are far from alone. It’s completely natural for happiness and grief to exist side by side. Feeling joy doesn’t erase the sadness, and feeling sad doesn’t take away from the joy. Both can be true at once. And perhaps that’s one of the most important truths to hold onto during this season: it’s okay to feel both joy and sorrow together.  Welcome the moments of happiness without guilt, ...

My father’s brother — our dearest Lalu Uncle — went to be with the Lord in October 2025. He had travelled to Delhi to deliver this TEDx talk, but sadly, he never got the chance. He passed away before he could step onto that stage. If he had delivered this speech, it would have been one of the most inspiring and viral talks of all time. Take just 2 minutes to read through his incredible testimony — a journey of failure, faith, resilience, and destiny. The last speech Abraham Zachariah prepared – to deliver at TEDx I didn’t go to school. I was sent to school. Hence, for 10th standard, marks were very low and I could get admission only for Commerce group, as no one wanted (is 55 years ago) in my home state Kerala. My mother was very upset as my cousins and friends got into Science groups and she pushed me into Commerce Group. I was used to tell everyone that “Useless fellow, useless fellow, useless fellow are in Commerce Group and all the useless ones are in commerce group.” She was...

 "Not Lazy, Just Lost" — A poem for every parent wondering why their brilliant child struggles at school. They say: “My child is clever, sharp, and bright, A spark that glows with inner light. So why do grades not match the flame? Why does school feel more like shame?” It isn’t sloth, it isn’t pride, It’s a quiet storm they hold inside. The world applauds the neat and still— But not the child with thoughts that spill. We breathe relief when school begins, Uniforms on, routine kicks in. Yet many minds feel left behind, Their rhythm different, undefined. School asks for silence, rows, and rules, Suppressing hearts in crowded schools. Where feelings loud and minds that roam, Are told to "focus" or "go home." But look beneath what’s judged as slack, You’ll find a child under attack— By doubts, by noise, by social fear, By never quite belonging here. The day is long, the smiles are few, They mask, they shrink, they push on through. They come back home with wear...

This poem is a small gift for our son who is celebrating his 8th birthday tommorow.  In your eyes, we see the stars, A world of wonder, near and far. Your smile—a spark that lights our day, Your laugh—a song that melts the gray. You walk a path that’s all your own, With quiet strength you’ve always shown. You’re unique in every single way, A shining light that leads the way. Empathy flows from your gentle heart, You feel so deeply, set apart. You care, you love, and always try— A tender soul that lifts us high. And oh, the way you sing so true, Each note you hum, each tune you do— Your voice, like music from above, Fills our hearts with joy and love. We pray you grow as a child of God, Doing what is just and right always Though we sometimes scolded you  We hope you know that it's for your own good Just as you love lights and every wire, Circuits, switches, sparks of fire— Your soul, too, glows electric-bright; You are our ever-glowing light. The world may not see the way you s...

Photo credit:  versionweekly.com Once, the world was wild and free, Laughter echoed through the trees. Scraped-up knees and secret quests, Adventures spun from life's unrest. Evenings filled with cricket’s song, Chasing winds that blew so strong. Hide-and-seek in sunlit lanes, No two days were quite the same. Now, the world is cold and still, Silent screens have bent our will. Eyes are locked in glowing trance, Fingers swipe but do not dance. Once, we played in dirt and sand, Now, they clutch a phone in hand. Lost in pixels, lost in scrolls, Drifting further from their souls. Dopamine, a master’s chain, Tricks the mind, rewires the brain. Children fed on fleeting highs, Trapped beneath the algorithm’s ties. Playgrounds empty, swings don’t creak, Voices fade, no shouts, no shrieks. Imagination bought and sold, Replaced by trends, both fast and cold. Not a question of screen or no, But how to make real life grow. To spark a fire, to light a dream, To break away from the machine. For ...

They say I can’t give my all at work, That motherhood makes my focus shirk. But what they don’t see, what they don’t know, Is how my strength has learned to grow. A part of me is with my child, Soft and tender, free and wild. Yet here I stand, strong and true, Doing more than I used to do. What once dragged on, now gets swiftly done, Efficiency forged in the race I run. My mind is sharp, my heart is steel, Motherhood taught me how to heal. Resilience shaped by sleepless nights, Patience honed through endless heights. Time is not the only scale, Value lies in where we sail. So hire the moms, embrace their power, Watch them rise, hour by hour. For a mother’s strength is something new— Stronger, faster, and wiser too.

  Charge ₹2,000 for a root canal. See 10 patients a day. Work 5 days a week. That’s 4 lakhs a month! If only REALITY worked like that. But here’s what people don’t consider: > Most dentists don’t get 10 root canal patients every single day.  Some cases are consultations, some are cleaning, and some are just recall visits. Not every patient is a high-ticket treatment. > Running a dental clinic isn’t a one-person job—it takes a whole team. Receptionists, dental assistants, MDS specialists, and support staff all contribute to making the practice run smoothly. > Patients don’t magically show up. You have to invest in marketing, build credibility, and earn their trust before they choose you. > Competition is everywhere. At every major junction, you’ll find at least 7 other dental clinics—all trying to attract the same patients. > And let’s be real, Ambani isn’t our regular patient. Now, let’s talk about the hidden costs no one mentions: Instruments & Materials ...

  We gaze at screens, day and night, A world so flat, yet shining bright. Pixels dance, but can’t replace, The warmth of touch, a loved one’s face. No scent of earth, no ocean's breeze, No velvet grass beneath our knees. No taste of rain, no fire’s glow, Just silent echoes, a hollow show. Are we alive, or just a view? A life so crisp, yet missing hue. Step outside, let senses soar, Feel, breathe, taste—be whole once more. # unLearn

 It is not just a celebration, but a reckoning. International Women’s Day, celebrated every year on March 8, has a long and powerful history rooted in the fight for women’s rights.  Here’s how it all began:   - **1908:** Around 15,000 women garment workers marched in New York City, demanding better pay, shorter working hours, and voting rights.   - **1909:** The first National Women’s Day was observed in the U.S. on February 28, organized by the Socialist Party of America.   - **1910:** At the International Socialist Women’s Conference in Copenhagen, German activist Clara Zetkin proposed an annual International Women’s Day to promote women’s rights.   - **1911:** The first International Women’s Day was celebrated on March 19 in Austria, Denmark, Germany, and Switzerland.   - **1917:** Russian women protested for "Bread and Peace" on March 8 during World War I.  Their strike played a key role in the Russian Revolution and l...

  For the longest time, I believed that MDS was the only way to succeed in dentistry—more prestige, better career opportunities. That’s what everyone seemed to say. I even appeared for the NEET exam and secured an exceptionally good rank. But it wasn’t enough for a government seat, and I wasn’t willing to invest a fortune in a private one. That’s when I paused and asked myself: Do I really want this? ❌ Here’s why I chose a different path: ⏳ I don’t want to confine myself to a single specialty when dentistry is constantly evolving. 🚀 I don’t want to chase a title just because society expects me to. ✨ My true passion lies elsewhere—teaching, creating content, writing, and empowering others. Instead of spending three years specializing in MDS, I can invest that time in sharpening skills that truly excite me— public speaking, teaching, video editing, writing, and marketing. I can take courses, gain hands-on experience, and build something unique rather than simply following the crowd....

 Marketing these days is all about making you panic. Every email says "Last chance!", "Hurry before it’s gone!", or "Only a few left!", as if missing a sale is some huge disaster. Brands create fake urgency to make you buy things right away. A new phone comes out, and suddenly, everyone "needs" to pre-order it—even though their old phone works perfectly fine. It’s stressful. It’s making people spend money they don’t need to. Now, look at Instagram influencers. One month, they say a handbag is their absolute favorite. The next month, they’re raving about a new pair of shoes. If you listened to them all year, your closet would be stuffed with trendy things that go out of style in no time. And it’s not just fashion—it’s everywhere. Fitness influencers: One week, they swear by a protein powder. Next week, it’s a totally different brand. Follow them for a year, and your kitchen will be full of half-used supplements. Beauty influencers: One day, they s...

The Question Every Parent Should Ask What if the career I’m preparing my child for… hasn’t been invented yet? Twenty years ago, jobs like AI engineer, app developer, or professional YouTuber sounded like science fiction. Today, they’re cornerstones of the global economy. With AI, automation, and quantum computing reshaping industries at lightning speed, one truth becomes clear: the future isn’t just uncertain—it’s unknowable. We can’t predict which jobs will exist in 2040, but we can spot patterns: 65% of today’s grade-schoolers will work in roles that don’t currently exist (World Economic Forum). Technical skills have a half-life of 2–5 years as technology evolves. “Stable” careers now pivot overnight (e.g., writers adapting to ChatGPT, marketers adjusting to algorithms). The answer isn’t to chase trends. It’s to raise kids who thrive in uncertainty. The Three Pillars of Lifelong Learning Forget memorizing facts. Tomorrow’s problem-solvers need: 1. Curiosity as a Superpower Encourage:...