He's sleepy, I'd called him as I lay in bed thinking of which terrible oil painting I'd stuck to the wall would fall down next, going to a bed without him is a recipe for insomnia.
He takes another soft breath
How long does it take for that breath to find me? How badly diluted is it when it reaches me? Is my nose sensitive enough to recognise him when I breathe it?
മലയാളം, your poetry will strike me where no other poetry can find me
Resource List for Learning Malayalam
Hello! Do you want to learn Malayalam but don't know where to start? Then I've got the perfect resource list for you and you can find its link below! Let me know if you have any suggestions to improve it. Here is what the resource list contains;
"Handmade" resources on certain grammar concepts for easy understanding.
Resources on learning the script.
Websites to practice reading the script.
Documents to enhance your vocabulary.
Notes on Colloquial.
Music playlists
List of podcasts/audiobooks And a compiled + organized list of websites you can use to get hold of grammar!
This is especially gorgeous to me because of the വാഴകൾ around, in a time when its so difficult to relate to your culture because of its religious extremism, Kerala is my little haven.
(Hilariously, most people reblogging this is hindutva crazy, just proving that they cant really read lol)
This February is the closest I have come to a full, grand recovery from a lot of tiny wounds to my psyche.
I've found a mature group of female friends, my only sorrow is that they are much farther away than I'd have liked. I find so much time to think of my writing, I'm staying off doom scrolling, I'm much harder to box into a marketing demographic.
I understand the importance of protecting my energy from corporations, I see how they are far more dangerous than a bad friend.
I've made new wallpapers every month since July 2023. They serve as a moodboard for the season, inspiring me, reminding me - but I'm always doing my best to keep them raw, hard to categorise and genuine.
We had dinner at a Greek Restaurant yesterday, the setting was dreamy, we'd stepped into a different world, I love it when no ones on their phone, it reminds me of my childhood.
Close to 12, we reached a gorgeous pub, everyone talked to us, new years was glorious.
This was the first time I felt welcome in this city
"How are you" is a fun greeting and all that but O.N.V. Kurup said, "നിൻകഴൽ തൊടും മൺതരികളും, മംഗലനീലാകാശവും, കുശലം ചോദിപ്പൂ നെറുകിൽ തഴുകീ, കുളിർപകരും പനിനീർക്കാറ്റും, സുഖമോ ദേവി"
It's insane how a lot of people can carry on living their lives in wartime. My mind has been in unrest since this started, for the first time, I lost all peace I'd made with moving around. I have a nationality, a passport, but my country turns more right wing and foolish day by day.
What started out as a fun change of scenery out west has devolved into an exile of sorts. The U.K.'s segregation, the subtle racism. I feel like I am in exile. All I want is for a boring normal place to exist where I will not feel threatened.
I try to cook, get back into VSCO, edit and read and write and make it through the day, as long as these thoughts dont pop in, I will be fine, I will be safe.
Its always sunny there but that morning of January first, it rained heavily enough for half the campsite to evacuate.
We woke up to a gorgeous sunrise, beach furniture lay to waste in every direction, the campsite shut down all events they'd planned for the 2nd of January. Staff looked at us as if we were the lone survivors of last night's storm on the beach. My father smiled at me, I think he was thinking of the tropical storms from his childhood. The stuff of folklore.