Penamoli

If there is a plant I won't miss planting in my garden, it's roses. Though it's not easy ( especially with the presence of its mortal enemies), every season brings a new learning experience, and it's lovely to see the colourful blooms adorning my garden containers. Among them, the baby pink rose always makes me smile with its delicate hue and graceful petals. Why? Because it reminds me of my mum… On the other hand, it adds to my muse. Roses are lovely but have thorns; so is our life sometimes or quite often too prickly. But beyond the pain; the softness of its petals embraces us; the sweetness of its smell and the beauty of its whole. Life, much like a rose, is a delicate interplay of beauty and pain. The thorns symbolize the struggles and hardships that we inevitably encounter, making our journey sometimes, or quite often prickly and challenging. These difficulties, while painful, are an intrinsic part of life, shaping our resilience, fortitude and gratitude. They remi

"The ocean knows it carries only the reflection;   Not the moon." One summer’s night, I wrote a couplet: the above.  The two-liner was merely a self-reflection exploring self-awareness and the nature of identity. Using this metaphor, I delve deeper into the understanding of my own self, beyond the surface level that is visible to the outside world.  Just as the ocean reflects the image of the moon without a ctually possessing it, we too often project an image of ourselves that may not fully capture our true essence.  The reflections seen by others, and even by ourselves at times, are mere glimpses of our deeper, more complex identities. These reflections can be influenced by various factors such as societal expectations, personal insecurities, and the roles we play in our daily lives.  To build on that, to truly understand who we are, we must look beyond these reflections. This requires a journey inward, where we confront our true emotions, desires, and fears. It is in