
Vijitha Valsalan
blogs from Thrissur (Kerala)/ Mangalore (Karnataka)


Sly gazes. Passing glances. Any steady form of eye contact. Only if she willed it. She could often feel his ardor course through her whole being. Away and afar. Or in close proximity. Any ruse for the latter. Just to be around. Her presence. Comfortable silences. Just being. Or free-flowing conversa...
Posted on 3 November 2015 | 12:41 am
Read postI think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who int...
Posted on 27 December 2014 | 1:17 pm
Read postThe more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them...
Posted on 27 December 2014 | 1:14 pm
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