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Author: Dr Padmashree RP

  • September 26, 2026
    She did not ask if she could be strong, she just was, like a tree that grows sideways to find…
  • September 17, 2026
    Freedom is not the absence of walls, it is the room built wide enough for a child to run in,…
  • August 27, 2026
    Each moment splits like a river choosing its bank, and we small mapmakers decide which way it floods. A thought…
  • July 28, 2026
    The boat is already gone by the time the water finishes talking about it, two long seams folding back toward…
  • June 22, 2026
    the sun descends and light bends scatters through dust, through the thick exhale of the day. shorter wavelengths scatter first,…
  • March 30, 2026
    I have learned the language of water how it speaks in percussion on tin roofs, in whispers against windowpanes, in…
  • January 18, 2026
    So much light spilling through the spider's web at dawn, So many filaments strung between grass blades, each holding dew,…
  • December 14, 2025
    What does it mean to break the ordinary to lift a pen like a chisel against stone, knowing the first…
  • September 20, 2025
    Art class: where mistakes become discoveries, where mess means learning, where every child is Picasso and Einstein rolled into one…
  • September 16, 2025
    I have counted her footsteps for thirty-seven years the same path worn into my slope, the same pause at the…