Finding a Voice

  What hurts me the most is not the mistakes or misunderstandings, but the lies. Every time I find out that you were not truthful with me, a part of my trust breaks. I have always tried to stand with sincerity and honesty in this relationship, so being lied to repeatedly hurts deeply. From the very first day I met you, I feel like I have been facing lies in one form or another. Tell me honestly — have I ever intentionally lied to you or hurt you the way you have hurt me? You do not know what I have been going through for the past week. I stayed silent, carried everything within myself, and slowly started losing myself in the process. Something feels stuck in my throat — pain that I cannot even express properly anymore. I have changed a lot, and I can feel it. Maybe I changed only because of my children and the responsibilities I carry. I don’t expect perfection from you. I only wanted honesty, even when the truth was uncomfortable. Trust is built through honesty, not promises. ...

 Today I understood one thing — my dreams never deceive me. Somehow, they always foreshadow the truth. What hurts the most is not the truth itself, but the fact that you lied… just like always.

  Someone truly understands another person’s pain only when life makes them experience it themselves. Empathy is not taught through words alone; sometimes life teaches it through situations. For the past three and a half years, I worked with complete sincerity, dedication, and commitment, always giving far more than what was expected of me. During one of the most difficult phases of my life, when my son was in the ICU, I hoped for at least a little understanding, empathy, and fairness from the institution I served wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, the lack of support and justice caused me immense mental stress and emotional pain. I never expected special treatment — only humanity during my hardest days. To those who questioned me asking, “Why can’t you come for just one hour?” — it is not merely a one-hour process to come to an institution and take a class. During the toughest days of my child’s life, as a mother, my foremost duty was to stand beside my son. In such circumstances, ...

 Echoes Across Years Fourteen years ago, During an NSS camp, I stood by a wall— Barely half my height— Curious to see What lay on the other side. Innocently, I looked. A senior came, Her voice sharp, mocking— “Are you enjoying the scenery?” There was ruin in her tone. I felt a sting, Yet answered softly, “Yes.” That single word Lit a fire in her. Abusive words Spat across my face, Her anger spilling over— Endless, merciless. Through the days that followed, She chose me as her target. No peace, no refuge— Every joy I held Was slowly taken away. Years have passed. I never saw her again After my second year of graduation. Yet even now, I cannot pardon her. Her words still echo— Uninvited, Unforgotten. Today, I stand in another place— An office, Another ordinary moment. I was only searching, Looking for someone to ask, When a voice cut through— A man appeared, Bald, abrupt, Arrogance wrapped in authority— “What are you peeping at?” —“എന്താ എത്തി നോക്കുന്നേ?” And he continued… The words...

 *_Scriptula – Final Word of Gratitude_*  From its first spark of an idea To the moment it came alive, It has been a journey like no other— And yes, one of the most challenging times. Let me begin this note With a small token of gratitude To all who walked beside me Throughout this journey. God, thank you for this day— For the strength to begin And the grace to complete. To Achen, From the very first day of guidance and correction, I realised the weight of this responsibility. I tried my best to carry it with sincerity. Thank you for the trust you placed in me. To BLM Sir, In every moment of confusion, You were the clarity I needed. Thank you for your constant support And for standing by me throughout. To SS Sir, For sharing the work and the vision, And for making every step lighter— Your support made this journey easier. To AR Ma’am, For seeing what I could not, For your guidance and keen eye— My sincere thanks. To SCS Ma’am, For holding me steady In moments when I felt weak—...