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It has been an eventful three months. I met some incredible people this year and they have made a dent in my universe- Kambili, the protagonist of Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche's "Purple Hibiscus", Okoye, the head of Dora Milaje, the all women security force of Wakanda in the Black panther universe, Indu, a young widow from “Amma Vandhal” who wears her heart on her sleeve and Anne Frank who, with her fiery spirit and audacious mind, continues to draw sympathy, laughter and tears from all realms and makes everyone fall irrevocably in love with her awkward charm . I finally got back to reading and it feels so good like being able to breathe normally after holding it for what seemed like ages. The first few months of 2018 have been kind indeed. The Pantheress It is not everyday you find a movie that checks all the right boxes and milks the moolah. I'm not the quintessential Marvel-holier-than-DC fan or the other way around. Superhero movies are fun to watch a...

The ringmaster takes his whip The horserider, his rein The soldier, his rifle The teacher, his cane The mother, her daughter's hair. Oiled and ruffled, Tangled and mangled, The mother in hindsight Knows she has to combat- to fight Alas! No comb in sight. Mother now wrought with worry; 'Twas infantry with no inventory The kid brother scoots around His eyes constantly on the prowl For the wicked comb is at large And was he not the one in charge? The mother hastens the kid And the detective makes his bid- Lunges under the sofa with aplomb And lo! Quite an entrance for a comb! The vision of her mother, now armed Makes Miriam increasingly alarmed. Mother says "Hush! it's alright" But each tug worsens her plight As mother deftly fashions a plait From twig like strands of a sparrow's nest, Putting all her nifty skills to test. Miriam prays for her travail to end There are endless classes left to attend. The blue ribbon comes to her aid. Miriam lauds the perfection m...

The pillow looks so inviting after a long day. As soon as I hit the bed and wait for sweet sleep to take over, few uninvited guests come knocking. "Tadading..  tadading... " no they aren't Facebook, WhatsApp notifications.  They are pesky neurons  transmitting thoughts at the speed of 120 miles per second. I think, think and think and finally fall asleep when my neurons had had enough.... some 2-3 odd hours later.   I know I'm not alone. This is one major epidemic seriously threatening body clocks world over.  This picture perfectly sums up how majority of our brains work.  Picture this. You live in a city. You look at the night sky and you hardly see any stars.  Where do they go? We fail to see them because of the artificial lights all around us.  They obstruct stars' light from falling within our line of sight. Meanwhile, if you go to a place with no man-made lighting around and look up, you'll find your jaw drop....

The dark lords black, burdened Heave a sigh of relief     Droplets flung all over     Stir the lake from her sleep Concentric circles abound     Their lives mystical but brief The rain maiden's soaked     Drops slide down her hair   Unoiled yet fragrant,     Setting off ripples a few Outnumbered  though By the dark lords' own . A pair of little eyes watch Her antics from afar     Part thrilled part terrified     Join didi? um no! Petrified or amused- Apu  stands still     And so does the tree beside .   The rain maiden's delirious, Unmindful of the the dark lords' cry She spins her fragile figure around Weaving magic like fine silk. If the sky, the lake, the rain make the canvas, Our rain maiden's the art     The rain maiden's finished     She runs towards t...