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She stood among a small group of girls, must be a college student waiting for the bus. Was she a kite? I am never conclusive, never closer to satisfaction whenever I think about the meaning and connection between the God, life and ourselves. And, I am not bored of contemplating it whenever the opportunity arises. It was only a few minutes, but she gave me an opportunity to delve into these thoughts. For many of us, our first experience with flying a kite might have been simply holding the string and running, allowing the kite to chase us from a distance of two or three meters. Of course, when we began kite fighting, we knew that we were playing one of the games that required a multifaceted skill set. We wanted to master them all, from making kites to manja thread, to dheel, to street fights. Imagine a kite festival, surrounded by kites of various colours and sizes decorating the venue. There are kites ready to take flight. There are children playing with kites, crashing a few accidenta

We instantly make a connection with someone, regardless of whether the reason for it is well-formulated or not, and do everything possible to build a relationship. Of course, this tends to fail in most cases, as the relationship needs some common ground and time to understand each other. However, every relationship has to start somewhere, and the starting point can be anything. For instance, it is easier to forge bonds with neighbours than with those living further down the street. We are inherently social, and hence we already have plenty of circumstances that open an opportunity to initiate relationships, for example, being a neighbour. It is very natural/mandatory that we meet people and build relationships in shared places like educational institutions, workplaces, places of worship, recreational areas. Of course, not as a whole but in smaller circles such as the same class, the same team, and so on. The opportunities to get to know each other are plenty, and the environment forces

  நகரத்துக் காலை நேரத்துப் பரபரப்பு அடங்கியதாலோ என்னவோ, நான் வார இறுதியில் பயணித்த பேருந்தின் ஓட்டுநர் மென்மையான பாடல்களை ஒலிக்கச் செய்துகொண்டிருந்தார். “மீனம்மா” பாடலின் “அம்மம்மா… முதல் பார்வையிலே சொன்ன வார்த்தையெல்லாம் ஒரு காவியமே…” என்ற வரிகள் ஒலித்தபோது மெதுவாகத் தூக்கிப் போட்டது — பேருந்தல்ல! அது ஆண் குரலுக்கான வார்த்தைகளாய் தோன்றினாலும், பெண் குரலில் ஒலித்த அந்த வரிகளின் கற்பனை மிகுதி ஏதோ சிந்திக்கச் செய்தது. பார்வையில் உரையாடிக் கொள்ள முடியும்தான், ஆனால் அதைக் காவியமாக்கிக் கொண்ட கற்பனைத்தான் சற்று வியப்படைய வைத்தது. வண்ணங்களைப் பூசிக் கொண்டு அழகு கொள்ளும் வெண்ணிற ஆடைபோல, கற்பனைகளைத் தரித்துக் கொள்வதில்தானே கவிதைகளே பிறக்கின்றன, அதுவும் காதல் கவிதைகளுக்குச் சொல்லவா வேண்டும்! பொதுவாகக் கற்பனைகளில் பல உண்மையாகுவதை நாம் பார்த்திருக்கிறோம், அறிவியலின் படைப்புகள் பெரும்பாலும் இப்படித்தானே. சட்டென்று ஒரு ஐயம் — காதல் கவிதைகள் எல்லாம் இதற்கு எதிர்மறையாக இருக்குமோ — அதாவது உண்மைகளைத்தான் கற்பனை என்று எழுதிக் கொண்டிருக்கிறார்களோ என்று. வேம்பின் பைங்காய் என்தோழி தரினே, தேம்ப

Honestly, I didn’t like the year 2023. Looking back, it feels like an under-utilized year, despite whatever I had done. I gained 5 kg in the last 4 months, something I’ve never experienced before. :( Watched a good number of movies without checking any reviews and ended up wasting time. Por Thozhil was good and Yathisai was a different experience. Read over 25 books this year. ‘ The Book of Five Rings ,’ ‘ The Top Five Regrets of the Dying ,’ ‘ I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings ,’ ‘ Accelerate ’ are the books that I couldn’t complete — read at least about 50% but stopped. ‘ The Crossover ’ and ‘ Architect’s Apprentice ’ failed to meet my expectations. On the other hand, ‘ A River In Darkness ,’ ‘ Peaks and Valleys ,’ ‘ Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives ,’ ‘ The War of Art ,’ ‘ My Little Epiphanies ’ are a few books I loved. ‘ Kaikeyi ’ is possibly an interesting book. I couldn’t organize my expenses this year. Here are a few things that I wish to do: Read at least 12 books. Avoid mo

 Here is the old-age question: can we script our own lives, or are we mere puppets of destiny? Believing in destiny is the easiest path, as we encounter infinite things beyond our control. I've come to strongly believe that erasing God, in any form such as destiny, from our lives is impossible. How can a seed produce both root and stem, growing in opposite directions? Can the root dream of becoming a stem? Will the root’s dream ever be realised? The easiest for the root is to be a root because that is how it is designed. It is its destiny, and it is just that - right? Now, what of our dreams, our aspirations, our quests for achievements, fulfilment? If everything is pre-written, what about the rest of all the things we hear all along? Can we simply surrender and label it as destiny because everything is predetermined? Will we? Honestly, I do not know. Nevertheless, I don’t prefer to be in that state - a state where I don’t see a difference between a lifeless thing and me. There is