Tag: #Mangalore

• In the land of my forefathers

  

  I wrote this poem on Father’s day but couldn’t post it then as I was traveling. Returning to my hometown after three years and three deaths, wasn’t easy. I wasn’t even sure why I was going there except as a mark of respect for the people who were responsible for the person I am today.…

  Smitha V

  June 21, 2022

  Experiences, Poetry, Travel

  #aftercovid, #childhood, #community, #family, #fathersday, #home, #India, #life, #Mangalore, #memories, #neighbours, #poem, #returninghome, #roots, #SoCs

• NaPoWriMo Day 22 : Take me Home

  

  Wrote this poem on the subject “Holidays” for a Competition hosted by Asian Literary Society and won the First Prize. Not the days spent lazing, overlooking the Seine or the vineyards of Chianti, having food and wine Not the tip of Jungfrau, where heaven and earth align or the nights in the Wadi, gazing at…

  Smitha V

  April 22, 2021

  Poetry

  #ALS, #breaks, #Day22, #familytime, #GloPoWriMo2021, #Holidays, #home, #India, #Indianmonsoons, #kerala, #life, #Mangalore, #monsoonholidays, #NaPoWriMo2021, #NaPoWriMo2021 #GloPoWriMo2021, #rainsinIndia, #roots, #vacation, #winneroffirstprize, Poetry, Travel

• ART & POETRY : The orange chair

  

  It was our job To carry it to the verandah On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays- the other days she would wet her hair sprinkling few drops on her head so she could pray Our first lesson that rules could be modified, if not broken Those three days were different- The hair wash, was an elaborate…

  Smitha V

  November 17, 2020

  Art, Experiences, Poetry

  #acquarello, #beginnerartist, #childhood, #children, #dappled, #grandma, #India, #kerala, #life, #Mangalore, #memory, #moonwashedmusingsweeklyprompt, #nostalgia, #poem, #watercolors

• Returning to the Nest

  

  I am sitting at my desk, in Mumbai, in the early hours of the morning. The words in my head play havoc. And I must follow their command and rise even as the rest of the family continues to sleep, tired after the holidays that took us home. Its 5.45 a.m. The sun is yet…

  Smitha V

  March 24, 2019

  Creative Writing, Experiences

  #buildrelations, #countryside, #diary, #experiences, #family, #fiction, #goingbackhome, #India, #life, #lifeateacher, #Mangalore, #mangaloredays, #memories, #mydiary, #nest, #nostalgia, #parenting, #people, #returnhome, #roots, #SouthIndia, #truth, #villagelife, change, Creative Writing, Experiences, My diary