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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A coffee nightmare!. Top Story - March 2025.
"Where, What, Why are my pants running away!" "No, No, I don't want you to follow!" I held the rest of my clothes tightly and squeezed under the bed after I fell to the ground to see if anyone was around. I held my breath in flight and fight mode but couldn't see anyone.
By Parvathi J11 months ago in Humor
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 Jabout a year ago in Feast
