Note from 11.11

  மேகமோ அவள்?  In quiet nights where sorrows speak, Despair's soft touch leaves hearts so weak Yet in the stillness, whispers low Of destiny's embrace, we grow Through tears and pain, a light unfolds, A tender promise, fate beholds From darkest depths, our spirits rise, To find our path beneath the skies.

Hopes like dawn, bright and pure, Regrets like shadows, silent and sure. One leads forward, the other behind, Yet both in the heart, intertwined.

  நினைவிருக்கா ? I've always been a kid who tortures her appa for a ஜன்னல் seat while traveling in a train. And my appa always managed to get me one. Fighting with my brother for that seat is indeed a battle. I remember ME crying for that seat when it was my brother's turn to sit there. And that's somehow advantageous when my mom gets my favourite snack to console me. Sitting there - listening to my favourite playlist, gazing at the evening sky, reading books all will be my most treasured memories in that seat. Time slipped away & seasons swapped but my love for that ஜன்னல் seat remains constant 🥹🤌🏻