*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Far from here in a small village sits a girl on the front steps to her small home, covered in her homely saree, with the bottom of her feet gently touched by the quiet sand, with her elbow rested on her knees, gazing up with […]Read More Dreams
*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Some days are never easy as thoughts kidnap the mind, overthinking the past, present and future. Life is most definitely an unexpected journey to all, so when life shows you a path you take it. Growing up I wouldn’t have expected any moment that has […]Read More Life Is A Blame Game
*This is a recycled post I wrote from the past* By now we have become accustomed to a world ran by politics and whether we have a choice or not, politics run our everyday life as well. This piece wasn’t written to bash the corrupt governments we currently live with but instead to tell you […]Read More Politics Everywhere
*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Turn back and look at my life and damn it’s been a hell of a rollercoaster ride thus far. I’m only heading into the twenties of my life now, and I can without a doubt say I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. […]Read More The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
A world apart, but connected forever. As a Thamizh kid that grew up in a westernized world, I don’t know if I have the right to speak to this as those who have been oppressed. Over generations, people of my community have been shut out. Pulled away from sharing our greatness with the world. I […]Read More What it means to be a Tamizh Writer.