Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
There’s something that always keeps me going,
A whisper deep, without me knowing.
“I believe in miracles,” pure and true,
In unseen hands that pull me through.
It lifts me up when hope feels thin,
A quiet strength that lives within.
Simi
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
“I walk where stories intertwine,
Through shifting sand and rooted pine.
Each soul I meet, each sky I see,
Becomes the holiday for me.
Not bound by clocks, nor tethered days,
I find my rest in others’ ways.”
Have you ever been camping?
Yes, I have camped, for life is a flame,
a dance of the wild, a nameless game.
We build, we burn, we rise, we fall,
yet under the stars, we are endless, we are all.
Yes, I have camped beneath open skies,
for life itself is a camp in disguise.
We pitch, we wander, we laugh, we roam,
under countless stars, we find our home
When do you feel most productive?
I feel most alive when silence speaks,
At dawn, when golden courage leaks,
My dreams align, my spirit flows,
The world still sleeps, but magic glows.
Simi
What are your favorite emojis?
If my emojis ruled the land,
Wink, laugh, heart, and coffee in hand,
With a thumbs-up, leading the band!
What topics do you like to discuss?
“I love to speak where joy takes flight,
In nature’s arms and morning light.
Where laughter rings from young and old,
And stories by the fire are told.
Of herbs that heal and food made kind,
Of peace we stir and strength we find.
Of music soft, of yoga’s flow,
Of breath that helps the spirit grow.
Ask me of life, I’ll gently share,
It lives in all moments warm not rare.”
Simi
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
I took a risk, unsure, afraid,
Sent my son where paths weren’t laid.
“Isha” called with quiet grace,
A school, a space, a sacred place.
No map in hand, just mother’s trust,
But magic bloomed, as all things must.
He found himself, so bold, so true,
And soared beyond what I once knew.
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In Pahalgam’s hush, a promise lies,
Of rising suns and endless skies.
Though shadows fall and tears may stream,
The soul still dares to dream its dream.
Scarred but sacred, this land stands tall,
Wrapped in the tricolor, embracing all.
We rise not just to heal, but to defend,
With hope as our shield, and justice our stand.
Simi
“No storm is meant to pull you down
it merely asks, will you rise or frown?
What you hold with poise and grace,
never grows into a tangled place.”
Simi
Through the lens of Chandrakala Rathnam
A uniformed heart
Dad may not say the perfect phrase,
He may be lost in grown-up days.
But every night he comes back home,
To understand how much you’ve grown.
He watches close, though not too near,
Afraid you’ll shrug or disappear.
He listens hard when you half-share,
And learns to pause, to just be there.
He may ask twice what you just said,
His eyes look tired, nodding head.
But still he tries, and still he stays,
To meet your world in newer ways.
He may not get your music right,
Or memes you laugh at late at night.
But still he asks, then asks once more,
Trying to reach your inner shore.
He might not know your favorite song,
Or if your answers take too long.
But still, he waits, behind the noise,
To hold your dreams, your fears, your voice.
He walks the line of strong and soft,
Still learning how to lift you aloft.
You may not see the grace it takes
To hold your storms when his heart breaks.
He sees the flicker in your eyes, the battles fought in muted sighs.
But still he shows up every day,
Learning your world, your teenage way.
He speaks of self, of lessons earned,
Of roads he’s walked and bridges burned.
But deep within, his truest part,
Hopes you’ll outshine his every start.
He lived a life in olive green,
Where orders ruled and fears were seen.
Far from home, in lands unknown,
He stood for more than just his own.
Simi
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