Finding a Voice

  The Very First Day When you were just six months old, I left you in the hands of your Ammachi, With a heavy heart and tearful eyes, Answering duty's gentle calls. The milk that should have nourished you, Many days was given away, To this school that shaped my journey, And claimed so much of every day. I often wondered through the years, If life would bring us to this place, Where tiny feet would walk the paths I once crossed with hurried pace. And today, my child, that dream came true, As I held your little hand, A thousand thoughts flowed through my mind, More than words could understand. The school that once borrowed me from you, Now welcomes you through its door; A circle completed, a story retold, Binding our hearts forevermore. Go ahead, my little one, Learn, laugh, grow, and shine. For today I leave you here with hope, And a piece of this heart of mine. And as I watched your smiling face, My heart was filled with quiet pride. The choice I made all...

  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—...

 Yet another disappointing day in my life. If you can't appreciate don't criticize. Whatever it is ... I am a sooper mom in the eyes of my kid. I am so happy for that . On the other hand I accept all the criticism. Then only I can grow.

"God may have taken his physical beauty but he has given him back something extraordinary." 

 He is fn now... did his surgery for skeltal deformity... esp. For bowed legs...a tiny tot in a pre operative attire... it was heart breaking... D collapsed... bt i was strong enough... thr also i fight for his justice for being getting late.... it was a tough day... i believed in VK ... and waiting for the result of my faith... Sometimes i feel that the leg was getting worse... afterall it is like that... when try to correct somthg... some other part will start to deform... Let's hope for the best... I trust u Love u

 3rd may 2024 Today mng Unni was spotted ill... instead our repeated efforts to revive her ... she died beating her wings

 May b she us 20+..... and in this age of a daughter, a mother has to suffer this much. The mother has to brush her teeth; has to clean her tongue, wash her face and has to do all the basic necessities in her life. Seeing all this... i thought, How better my condition is ..? She is quarelling and fighting with the daughter like a mother quarelling with a 4yr old child. I don't know what's going on through the mind of both... i can't even imagine the sufferings of the mother. The pain and trauma she had gone through and going through.... Can i do anythg to soothe her ???? May b for a single moment ..... The daughter is troubling her the whole day. Didn't even allow the mother to do the household chores...interfering in every activities.... not only that... she is physically attacking her and the neighbours who comes to their home .... When the mother finally fed up with her daughter, she loses her patience and beats the girl and i can hear her scream.... This daily routi...

 I wish ...let the time stop to pass this moment... Let me live the rest of my life, in this moment When the time passes....  it'll bring happiness and grief equally I m afraid of the grief They'll no more twins as time moves on....

 Today the place has changed a lot.... where they used to sit.... to make make their evenings more entertaining and entusiastic... and sometimes to see me and to follow.... now i recognise i too liked it... thanks for those old days.... 

Can one question change your life May be.. sometimes.. but One question can change your mood, Your whole day... in depression Why is it so...  some powers have taken oath To ruin my life... don't allows me to grow To be previleged in front of others. To all those spirits... good or evil I ll definitely come out Today... or tomorrow... and Hoping for the best...

 Yes, i purposefully killed my almond . I dont knw whethr i did right or not... but technically i m right... if i think emotionally i wont get out of the trauma...i hv gone through nd gng through.. The worst part is that thr is no one to support me mentally or physically... i handled evrythg alone... I knw that u cant b here for me... but u can support me in a btr way.... selfish gaint .... gives priority to his own self needs...

 Started this account just for my b ed.... but now i really need u.... since i hv no one else to share my thoughts, emotions and moreover my worries....

 I was born in an independent country... ... and i enjoyed that fruit all these years.... but today i wished it could have better if i didn't have any independence day to celebrate....

Innovative Lesson Plan Name of the Teacher Trainee    :   Sumi krishna Name of the School                   :    Govt.G.H.S. Mavelikkara Unit                                          :   II, WINGS AND WHEELS Sub-unit                                     :    “From a Railway Carriage” Standard                                    :    8 ANALYSIS OF THE POEM The poet shares his experience of a railway journey. He describes the amazing speed of a train. He presents the natural scenes as seen from the window of a railway carriage. CURRICULAR STAT...

LIGHT AND SHADE; the two sides of life!!!!!

this week i conducted  diagnostic test for students of 9 D. i also collected feed back from the students. some of them are very sad... some had no emotions, and i do not think anybody is happy to say goodbye.... since i do not have a deep relationship with the students... it was easy for me to leave the school... some of them were telling me again and again don't go... don't leave us... i don't know how much sincerity is there in those words... but Ashish was crying... "i don't forget you"... he listened, responded and supported me in all my classes... God Bless You Dearr....