Pain of seperation

It was Saturday evening. As she sipped her coffee, sweet memories of the first time they met, began to surface. She began to smile slyly. She remembered, in his first word to her, how her heart missed a beat. When their eyes met, the shyness that filled her. The day when she saw his brown … More Pain of seperation

Her grain of sand

On a hot stormy day, She gently carried me. to leave me on the shore, tenderly, with Her soft, caressing hands. Everyday, She would come there, to sing, dance, and cry Her heart out, intoxicating me, with Her Divine Love.   The tears shed, would make my heart crumble. Until, it finally dissolved, in Her remembrance. … More Her grain of sand

The Seer

On a brisk setting day, the bud blossomed, when, in the heart of the seer, She took birth.   Words held no space, not a speck, or a whisper. She smiled, and so did the seer, being warmly welcomed, yet another time!   Every time, for countless times, She does it. Telling tales of the … More The Seer

Bygone friend

The day I walked alone, you followed me as a shadow. Disillusioning me with strange pictures, and groping me with dark stories.   On my first stand, you made my legs tremble, and my eyes water, My voice shook, fumbling every word.   My first encounter with strangers, you held me. I may speak something … More Bygone friend

The dry leaf

Bright, elegant and tall, it stood, on a bushy green tree. Over viewing the shrubs, the grass, the roots, and encompassed by the magnificent trees.       It knew not, of a speck of sand, or the dew on a blade of grass. The green, flowery tree on which it stood, was all it could … More The dry leaf

DebUtsav ’14

Originally posted on Anu Vazhayil:
Debutsav ’14 is a version of the Debian’s developer conference conducted by Debian and Amrita University. Debian conducts DebConfs yearly where developers of the Debian operating system meet to discuss issues around the further development of the system. Debutsav ’14 is a mini version of the Debconf and it is…

Weekend cooking

It was Saturday evening. I can’t really justify my title, since my weekend was only on Sunday. My friends and I were walking back home from work, when suddenly one shot – ‘how about cooking our lunch tomorrow?’ I am an amateur cook(a meager 3/10), with almost little to no experience. But, yea, it sounds … More Weekend cooking