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Lessons Learnt
from something as implacable as grief There is a reluctance in me to write. Rather baffling, given that writing provides me more relief and clarity than any other form of therapy. Often, I don’t even understand what I am feeling or thinking, until I write it all down. Part of my writing journey is to Continue reading
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Grateful, even for the grief
Two years… [Originally published on Paper Dreams on 6th July 2024] How does one measure the passage of time? Do we measure it in units of months, days, hours and seconds, or in units of learning. If the former, then it has been two years since Sakshi left her mortal body for more eternal shores. Continue reading
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Healing
A post about my journey towards healing and completeness. [Originally published on Paper Dreams on 4th June 2024] I don’t think anyone gets it. No one can, unless they have walked this path. How with a Herculean effort you gather yourself and stitch together the severed pieces, only to have it all fall apart in Continue reading
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18…
Moving forward with Sakshi in our hearts. [Originally published on Paper Dreams on 27 October, 2023] 18th birthdays are special. A child’s transition into adulthood… at least on paper. Our particular conundrum is, how do you celebrate your child’s 18th, when she has already transitioned on to bigger things. Sakshi’s batch mates have spread their Continue reading
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The Statue
Walking had become a pleasure again. The sun was gentler, and the breeze cooler. My hip did not feel tight anymore and I could swing my right leg without that twinge and ache in my bones. It also took less effort each morning to talk myself into getting ready to head out for the walk, Continue reading
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Paper Dreams
Hello dear readers, Silly of me to address you guys as my dear readers given that I have not posted anything out here for anyone to read for a while. I have used the break to complete the first draft of my very first novel, A River’s Love Song. I am now working on the Continue reading
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A Quay in Girvin
Something powerful a monster roiling underneath. The waves of Girvin speak a tongue deeper than any I have seen. It speaks not for ears but for the beating heart and the soul that churns within Hypnotic… the waves rise invitingly resisting the pull of ancient primitive forces that call me from deep within. I think Continue reading
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A Return
I have learnt that the final draft is never the final draft, especially when working on one’s first ‘proper’ novel. Suffice it to say tears of blood have been shed. Continue reading
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Melancholia
I have been busy focusing on completing what I hope is the final draft of my first novel. This basically means that I have let the blog slide. Apologies. This is a poem I had written recently, and was featured in the latest (25th) issue of Dubai Poetics. (https://dubaipoetics.com/edition-xxv) Melancholia By Binu Sivan (Click on Continue reading
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TEACH HER A LESSON
I am trying to get my head around what is unfolding in Kerala. To boil it down to its bare essentials. A leading actress and actor had a fallout. There are many theories, reasons and notions floating around. Some say that she had rejected his advances and he was miffed. Others say that Continue reading
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