Author: Deeya Nambiar
I believe in taking every day as a learning phase, and exploring my writing skills. I have enjoyed the challenges as a journalist, content writer and college lecturer, and at the moment am living life analysing the extraordinary in the ordinary!
Daughter! Blessed.
It was Daughter's Day
a few days ago.
Social media rejoiced
in posts of celebrations.
I feel blessed
to be a daughter everyday.
Yesterday, but
A daughter succumbed to fate;
Reiterating stagnant mindset,
justified time and again.
"You're but a blessed daughter,
in someone's unheard eulogy."
*The news story, another in
numbers of crime against women
that have never found answers
as to "why again?",
what was her fault?",
“did anyone in her village
remember her for being a
supportive and hard working
daughter?, and "what did she
do to deserve this birth?".
May her soul
transition in peace.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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Short Fiction: “Tinking back in a knitwear is easier…”
In the intrinsic patterns of knitted sweater, she ran her fingers, tracing the maze, feeling default in the original design.
Stereotypes woven deep inside belief, her titles of obedience and multitasking, were default settings of original design.
“Tinking back in a knitwear is easy, undoing stereotypes is but a maze in itself.” Her thoughts formulated.
She wandered into the corners of her mind; questioning and editing her belief system.
“I am blessed. And it’s my right to voice stereotypes.”
She became one among the many open-hearted commoners, who willingly held space, and offered care, despite the many despites.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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I share love
Did I miss
the sun, sun rays or sunshine?
The person, the feel or the presence?
Behind my closed eyes,
I see the sun, feel the rays, and
warm up to sunshine.
I am love, I feel love, I share love.
And there, it
Rains, and Rains.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
Variety is the Spice of Life 