The Bermuda Triangle

  Life on earth is the most blessed gift the Almighty could have gifted us. The very fact we wake up every single day is a miracle on its own. The one day our God has set apart for Himself is our day of REST-which many of us literally take it instead of coming to His HOME and giving praise to Him along with our fellow beings. One day in a week-it's so difficult to spare in this busy, nerve-wrecking world, right? And you really expect the God who has to take care of millions, to come to your aid when you call all of a sudden, after a few months or maybe even years? Even when we have come back to the physical mode, after months of those online services, some are still hiding as if behind their Zoom screens, not ready to come back to the fellowship of togetherness.  Worshipping God is a duty given to us Humans, the one and only species on earth given the intellect to think and words to speak. But 21st century humans are quite far away from the sanctuary, and even find no time in ...

Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by discomforts. - Arnold Bennett Being married to a priest who gets transferred to any point on the Map and at anytime, Change is not new to me as we have reached our fourth place in nine years. Over one's lifetime, you meet so many people- some inspire you and leave a mark- some are forgotten into those faded shadows of life. I have been in Chennai for just about 11 months now- and I do have someone I looked upto for all those months- the Principal of The Schram Academy, Maduravoyal, Chennai - the School where I work now.  During my initial interview itself, I could sense the gravity of her personality- her professionalism and expertise- her wide knowledge in the field of education. Though the first encounter was online- the depth of her commitment was evident. I logged out of that meeting thinking that I must have made a fool out of myself- having been overconfident about my previous teaching experiences and skills....

  Your memory is a keepsake from which I'll never part, God has you in His keeping, I have you in my heart.  She was the eldest of us, nineteen grandkids- the one we could look upto- the one who got into school first, went to college first, got a job first and got married first- The one who had the right to tell us all anything in this whole wide world.  Each and every one of us have memories to share- those who grew up right behind her have the most, for sure. They recall the times of visits or sleepovers during childhood, when she used to tell stories and share about her daring feats. Yes, she was a girl who enjoyed every aspect of life- she could even drive the lorries the family owned back then. And we younger ones recall a loud, fearless and outspoken young lady - a bold 20th century girl anyone would admire and desire to be.  She was a voracious reader- with cupboards filled with novels and volumes-probably the most wide reader of us all- and was passionate for...

  As another year has gone by, thoughts of the past And of the future overtake and hold the reins. How was the year 2021? For me and for you? How were we to the year and to those around us? Till March 2020 was one phase of the 21st century; And now we live in the second phase- This phase just changes its face faster than we change clothes; Still continuing to disrupt our lives. Has the lockdown helped us to grow closer to each other ? Or has it made us more unfaithful and lazy? Has the COVID-19 Virus only taken our health and lives of many- Or our sanity and sense of security also? Life takes us through ups and downs, Life teaches us to be strong; Life can disappoint and depress, But there is a horizon after every dusk. Nobody has guaranteed that life will always be fair, People will curse, fool and trick you.  We have come to a time in which  We can't easily trust anymore, right? People are just running behind what is so temporary- Money, lust, fame and power. When will ...

Written back in November 2015...while awaiting my precious little bundle of joy- Daphne....💗 This month brings back beautiful memories...and so many moments to be grateful for....🙏 Just reposting here...6 years later....💟 November has always been a beautiful month. The climate is cool almost all over the world -less exams in the academic scenario -and preparations everywhere for the greatest season of all. In every way, this month is an easy-going, happy one. For a person who was born in November, it has always been my favourite because I surely would get some kind of gift or treat. I always have tried to share my joy whether in school, college, church or even at my workplaces. Would never forget my 26th birthday when my students -ISC 2012 of MTRS- surprised me with an amazing party - after school! Memories of November have almost always been good ones. I remember celebrating my childhood birthdays together with my grandmother, dad, an aunt and an uncle because we all had it in the ...

Jumping in those puddles Every Monsoon day, on the way back home Was such a worrisome delight as those socks  Were going straight to the washing machine.  My mom wouldn't enrage back then Once she saw those spots of mud  On my dress or shoes either as I would have to wash them myself anyways. Splashing into each pool of rainwater Was a symbol of freedom,  A sign of nature’s blessings- the rain and The fresh free air around.  Today, puddles seem to me  As a burden- a bother- you know- My dress gets dirty-  I don't like to wash extra now! But it's nice to have a little me To remind me the past carefree days- My girl who loves to splish splosh into Muddy puddles just like Peppa and George.  May God bless the hearts of little children Who can freely jump into them pools God, please take care of those kids in this evil world, Who are barred from being just kids.  -Remya Rachel Thomas

  I've always wanted to write one of these, Though I may not follow the hardcore rules of Shelley.  Mine is about the best singer in my home- A singer no one could beat.  You sang with a different rhythm, a different tone And a different note.  You sang never endlessly at times- for us all-  Solving the little issues, mending those little tears.  This singer had no other name- It sat in the corner- for years and years. This singer had a special connection with my Mom- She can tell you many tales of the days of yore.  You know our stories more than anyone else- Having been the weaver of many yourself.  Whether it was our happy days or sad- Christmases, Baptisms and even Weddings.  Just like an old Grandfather's clock- A witness to everything. But now, you have stopped short- Never to seam again, never to sing again.  You always felt like my elder sibling- Next year, you would have turned 40-  I will surely miss you, even though we ma...