English Lovers @ St. Mary's Pala

 Isn’t it strange how quickly time slips by? One moment we open our eyes to a world we barely understand, and the next we are at its edge, wings ready, hearts racing, ready to discover our place in this vast, magnificent ball of wonder. Standing at the edge, I can’t help but look back at the footprints of the journey that shaped me......my wings, wings that are ready to soar, yet carrying a quiet anxiety for what lies ahead. Looking back, I can certainly say that one of life’s greatest blessings is being surrounded by the right people. They have the power to lift you up, heal your wounds, guide you, and shape you. More importantly, they lead you towards the right path, a path that fills you with courage and humility. School and I didn’t exactly start off as best friends. After five years of being the unofficial target of playground politics , it’s safe to say I developed a rather slight phobia of anyone in uniform. On the bright side, those years also introduced me to a rather pers...

 

 AMORE MORIENS GOLDEN RULE BY NORMAN ROCKWELL ,1961 Amor , love , is aisthesis in its purest form. We hear the word, we feel it, and we live it. Everything that has life deserves love, and to love, in turn, is a fundamental part of the circle of life. Love is a curse for some.... a curse as gorgeous as fire . For others, love is an Art Deco masterpiece: the most perfect thing to ever happen, the only thing that makes sense in this senseless world. And for some, love is an endless battle, for they say, if you can’t fight for your love, why love at all? For the longest time, it has been love , and love alone , that has held the entire living realm together. Whether man or animal, it is love: the love we receive from our parents, the love we choose to spend our lives with, and the love we share within our communities and with the world as a whole. Love has always been the red thread tying us all together, connecting every one of us. But what if the thread that once held us together is...

 BELLA CIAO   They say one night in Bandra can change your life, and trust me they’re not wrong. Oh, wait, I haven’t even introduced myself, my bad !!  I’m Money…yep  an actual crisp note, fresh from the Reserve Bank, still smelling of ink and possibility. How I reached Bandra is a journey in itself… well brace yourself  , after I was born in reserve bank  I was  stacked neatly in a bundle, then I was transformed to a far off bank  , after that I found myself in the calloused hands of a farmer, travelled all the way to Punjab, slipped into a taxi, and somehow ended up here, in Bandra, resting in the pocket of a taxi wallah. Crazy, isn’t it?  Eeee—thump!  I felt the taxi stop . Ohhh am I being transferred again? Wait… yes, I think I am. Just then a soft hand picked me up… oh it’s a womans ?  “Thank you,” she  said in a tired voice ; oh lorddy she reeked  of sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose.   Before I ...

 

 

It might sound controversial, but believe it or not I hate brownies. Yes, I said it. I Know hate is a strong word, but so is the taste of brownies—bitter, heavy, Overdone. What I do love, though, is the vanilla ice cream on top. Oh, to be that Sweet, beautiful, pearly vanilla , melting elegantly while everyone adores you.  Now, before you throw hands at me, screaming, “but the brownie is the best part!” .the chocolaty, the fudginess, the richness , let me say this: everyone loves Brownies... Until they are one. The minute you’re brown, suddenly vanilla is the Crowd favorite. Vanilla becomes the prince charming, the job promotion, the fair Bride in the matrimonial ad. Brown? Just the base. The backdrop. The afterthought.  So yes, being brown ,being a brownie is the worst thing that ever happened to me. And out of love, oh so sweetly, my parents named me kali. Beautiful name, right? Divine goddess, powerful energy. Except, in this world, it’s just a constant reminder That i am t...