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Believe... when you walk to the unknown, nature will guide you and love will strengthen you. Smile... because no road is difficult, no path is arduous- every journey is made simple when you have love in your heart. St. Bartholomew's Hospital 26/01/2019 6:20am

Photo by Teynmoli Subramaniam He colours me happy, With oily pastels, chalks and wax. Red, he says is happy; Yellow is warm hug and cheeky smiles; Green is nature- many jungles to explore; Blue is fun in the rain and freezing cold; also sadness because you are feeling blue sometimes. Photo by Teynmoli Subramaniam Orange is bright sun, another new day to smile; Pink is Love and the ever so beauty of blooming flowers; Black is dirty little fingers and sleepy moon  but white is clean and neat and cotton bright; Gold is peace because it shines; and when you add some silver, turquoise, and violet with a dash of indigo- it's just so perfect colour of impression. From all of his favourite spectrum of colours, purple is the most lovable one because it simply means-  MUMMY! While earthy brown  is a deep comprehension of sound sleep on mummy's tummy! Birth and life is a rainbow. Every colour of it paints a special  bond between mum and

(View from St. Francis' Hospice's Main Entrance, The Hall Broxhill Road, Romford 11/12/2018) Silent night and lonely path... the leaves are withering, one by one just as her breath. She breathes slowly- once at a time... slowly and slower...her breath fading into the air. As long as she is warm, life is there and I am here- by her bedside just as I promised. (penned on 11/12/2018 at around 11pm, My precious friend whom I fondly called Logi, died the next night 12/12/2018 at 10.02pm because of cancer) The Last Leaf and the last leaf withered, so is her breath...peacefully...gent ly... looking at me calmly and nodded the final goodbye,  as I was half-way chanting, The holy Hindu hymn, 'Sivapuranam'. I know I have to finish the verses...and I did. Rest in peace my dearest friend. I will miss you.       This poem is dedicated to all who has lost the battle to cancer and those who continues the fight and the ones who have conquered

Source: Barkingside Art Club Arts places creativity and imagination at the heart of a society for change-that is how Barkingside Arts Club, BAC is designed to bring everyone closer together as a whole community. We aim to provide a platform and inclusive space for every local creative, artists and art lovers to meet regularly in a middle space that would enable learning, sharing of ideas, new experiences, new conversations and taking risks and create in a safe environment. Both adult and children can expand their skills and knowledge of art through its specially designed workshops and creative events. 11.05.2019, BAC commemorated its 2 nd year anniversary, a milestone for the founder, Eliyah Qureishi. “ Raising a child with autism is not easy but raising a child with autism in an ignorant community is worst . ” said Eliyah. Portrait by Eliyah Qureshi, founder of Barkingside Art Club Eliyah’s   life journey-her personal experiences and difficulties as a mother who raises

When only tears speak , Our hearts affirm to our mind that mother is happy in heaven; Mind learnt to let you go but Our heart still looks out for you- Wants to cuddle you and snuggle in your arms, Close our eyes and lay still on your lap... Our mum is a pretty lady; She has her style; -the most   sweetest voice, An amazing storyteller; An excellent cook Our best friend that we can tell almost anything and everything; She is all the beautiful things that we can imagine of- From roses to lavenders; Teacups to coffee; Writing to knitting; Forget Me Not, one of my mother's favourite flower Cooking to baking; P owders to lotions , Pearls to watches; Handkerchiefs to saris; Pens to books; Tamil to English; Songs to poems; Temple to shopping. Many times she is a child to us. At the moment, when a daughter loses her mum, E ven the strongest women-a fine lady just as her mother always wanted, Will become a little girl again; Who just wanted to wr