Parvathi J
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Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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The 9 AM Whistle!
Hearing my cooker's third whistle at 9 AM on a Sunday, I rush to turn it off, recalling my mother's presence. This brings me so much ease, especially on a Sunday morning, as my breakfast and lunch are all set, eventually bringing dinner quickly to the table. She has no idea how grateful I am for inheriting her knack for making cooking easier. Watching her swaying her hands and moving swiftly around her kitchen shelves, I realize how fast and easy she makes it look. I can still taste her food, her flavors, leaving me yearning forever. Even now, I take a moment of gratitude, praying thank you, for I would not have survived the days after your stay during my post-delivery. It was never about the duty of a girl's mother to fulfill but how much you took yourself down the road with me, assuring me of your presence. Thank you so much, for you made me fall in love with cooking even more. I want to say everything, but the most we missed was your 9 AM cooker whistle waking us up.
By Parvathi J12 months ago in Feast
All Izz Well
Raining drastically, she felt like stepping out. She wanted to be out of her home and also not get drenched. Maybe a warm cup of chocolate, she thought. She stepped out with her big, colorful umbrella representing the LGBTQ Pride. Filled with an iffy mood of not wanting any raindrops on her, she held her umbrella closer to her. But then, the rain was pouring heavily, and she felt wet from all her sides. She wanted to be away, a getaway to escape from getting drenched, but she determined not to go home. She looked around, but nothing interesting came up. Nothing caught her eye, and the cafe she wanted to go to, seemed crowded.
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Psyche
She lived!. Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
Looking at her luggage, she smiled as she sat by the side of the boat. It was gigantic, cargo-style, so enormous that she seemed as tiny as an ant. It was her long wait and a dream, a freedom she felt she couldn't express but celebrate within.
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Fiction
