Finding a Voice

 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—...