A Beautiful soul Some people walk into our lives and quietly leave a piece of themselves in our hearts forever. Beracah was one of those rare souls. She was one of the very few people I got acquainted with during my early years in Madurai, and I still remember the day we met as though it were yesterday. While it was my first time meeting her, she already knew so much about me. She began talking about my college days at The American College, where her mother was the warden of
A few days ago, while I was looking for an important document among my old belongings, I least expected pieces of my past to surface. Every piece of paper I touched echoed the memories I wasn’t prepared to meet. Some belonged to my late husband, some to my father. It wasn’t just about things. It was about moments, voices, and a LIFE THAT ONCE WAS. My father used to say that feeling upset is only human, but how long we dwell in it, shapes who we become. So, on the days I feel
