Witch in the Museum
Chapter 2 Bhatia Sir announced, “We are going to the art museum tomorrow.”(He’s the best teacher, comes with the good news only) The next morning, I woke up early all by myself.(It’s a lucky day for…
Lolo’s Funny World
Chapter 1 My Clueless Family and Me I was born into what I like to call a human zoo. We were 13 under one roof—Papa, Mom, three sisters (including me), one brother, Papa’s brother (Chacha ji)…
Mess of Threads
Poem Hammering inside the head,No big things, just a mess of threads.I dare not underestimate them—Like a stubborn child,Crying, hauling all the time.I wonder how they manage...A short nap gives them life. Poem As I go…
Commitment
My commitment to you would be a lie—Let me be truthful; I will always be.The only commitment is to myself.Despite everything, I will follow my heart.The river flows—with only one stopping point.We push ourselves too much...…
Self- Love
FearFears are not gone by words,Impulsive actions brings no lasting change.What’s buried deep remains untouched—Courageous is the one who observe,With stillness in the heart,one knows what to say—and when. PoemBurdens of guilt and debts,Living in cages…
Slow Down
Poem So absorbed in all I do,With voices calling, pulling through—A quiet whisper comes to me:“Slow down, Vanisha… let yourself be.”Chasing tasks that never end,Leaves no time for soul to mend. Poem The questions rise like…
The Greater Mystery
What the galaxies are made of,What lies beneath the sea—It’s lovely to see,But it does not take me.For me, more beautifulIs knowing what’s within.Each time I learn a little,It opens me like the sky—Endless, silent, full…
Roots
The Quiet PreparationThere is no doubt that truth finally wins.But what about the long road she walked alone?I asked my child, "Even if it's hard—Would you still choose the same?" A child pursuing her talent—Is a…
Nature My Teacher
I wonder how her children stay safeon that delicate branch—even the shaking windscannot make them fall.Who guides them home?How do they findtheir daily bread?Without a word,they learn to fly,to live,to survive—Every rhythm of life,written in the…
To Be
To be was always natural to me,Yet something was missing—Some pauses, some breaks...How can one detach when one is never attached? The Weight of AwarenessPushing hard to be aware all the time—It might be a stress,…