TAILIAN'S DIARY :)

It was the kind of day when even the dogs in the village were lying down under the shade, their tongues hanging out as if they’d surrendered to the heat. The sun blazed down relentlessly, and the earth seemed to be sizzling beneath the scorching rays. Every step outside felt like walking into an oven. In a small village near the river, a boy named Ayuu sat on the cool cement floor of his house, gazing at the mango trees that looked like they were about to faint from the heat. His mother was inside, busy preparing pakhala, while his sister waved a patta lazily, trying to keep the sweat at bay. The whole village felt like it was in slow motion. Then, something changed. At first, it was just a light breeze, barely enough to move the dusty air. But then the wind picked up, growing stronger and faster, as if the earth had remembered the dance of the clouds. The trees began to sway, their branches shaking like they were trying to escape the heat. The leaves whispered to each other, and Ayuu ...

The mango sighed, the guava swayed, The coconut leaves gently played. The tulsi laughed in drops so sweet, As rain kissed every thirsty leaf. Each droplet danced on earth so dry, A gift from the forgiving sky. The garden sighed, “We've waited long,” Then whispered thanks in rustling song.  The breeze grew soft, the light turned gold, As stories in the silence told. The backyard bloomed in calm delight, Bathed in the grace of fading light.

From the moment I opened my eyes to the world, my father was my constant. He was the one who carried me in his arms, dropped me off at school, polished my shoes, and made sure my socks were neatly pulled up. He helped me with math and science, patiently guiding me through every formula and equation. But more than that, he shaped me into who I am today—with his kindness, his strength, and his unwavering love. Growing up, I always saw him as invincible. A simple man with the most generous heart, he never put himself first. He lived for his family, for us. When he retired in February 2023, I was happy for him. Finally, after years of hard work, he would rest. He would enjoy time with us, free from responsibilities. But life had a different plan. September 6, 2023—A day that changed everything. It started with just a numbness in his fingers. He brushed it off at first, but soon, that numbness spread, creeping through his body like an unseen force. Within hours, he couldn’t move. Our w...

🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕 In the garden of life, so gentle and true, There blossoms a flower, in radiant hue. Not just in name, but in heart and in grace, A mother so kind, love lights up her face. She lifts me up when I feel small, Sees my light when I see none at all. No shadow of doubt, no line in her love, She holds us all like the sky holds the dove. A teacher by trade, but a mother at heart, Guiding young souls, playing her part. With wisdom so deep and kindness so wide, She nurtures with warmth, like the sun at her side. December she shines, a candle so bright, November I came, in her soft, loving light. Forever her child, forever her grace, Forever she stands, my safest place.