Shades of Green

" The earth laughs in flowers" Dear Readers, What do you like to do most when you are alone and bored? Collect stamps? Read something? Go for a walk? Cook something? Meditate? Let me know in the comments section. 😉 I love to read. Reading sometimes takes me to another world where I can sympathize with people. I frequently get chided for reading novels. My parents are of the notion that it wastes time. The time I could have used up to cram some more drug pharmacology. But, novels are really hard to resist. Especially if you are at the zenith of it. When all your dopamine is surging to find out what happens at the close. No reader ever, who has completely bonded with the writer and his characters would ever wish the story ended. Some books I have savored the most have been added in my profile. Books that gave me creeps and made me stand up to say " Wow! " I don't think reading squanders your precious time. It could possibly be one of the bes

Have you ever felt really stressed up and felt the ache hold up in every cell of your body? Your head feeling like a balloon waiting to burst. When all you could think of was, how distressing life is. When your muscles felt tight and you were so vexed up that you could possibly spurt out your frustration on any unlucky chap that would have passed by? And to top it all the realization that nothing helps making you feel terrible? I felt this today. Stuff like being late to college, missing out on stuff, not being replied to, and so many more silly reasons tensing me up. I tried deep breathing. But each breath was fire. I knew I had to think and I decided to. I placed a chair next to the window facing our veranda and thought. I was still angry with everyone. But a little later, things started to change inside me. My perspectives started to realign. I instituted myself, in the place of the one's I had feelings of annoyance about, and considered if I would have been any differ

My parents. They are undoubtedly the pioneers of my existence. So they deserve some attention. Don't they? My father is the second youngest lad born among five siblings. He had a bad start - an authoritarian father, a religious mother and poverty. But he's cool now. His hardships are no more and now all you can see is a really content man with a lot of life principles that evolved out of a book of experiences. My mother a cute little second daughter born to an army officer. Her father passed away of heart attack when she was five and she hardly recalls any memories with him. But she does envy my sister and me for how lucky we are to have a father. Theirs was an arranged marriage. In June 1995, a beautiful princess along with her pot of dreams was married to a young man who had a vision of his future. Yes! They married                                         One year later, I was born.  I didn't like my name pretty much. I used to be asked why I had suc

Dear Readers, This is a picture I took, quite close to my home. Probably you know Kerala for it's richness in coconut trees. We are known for coconuts. Coconut is for almost everything - food, hair oil, medicines, cooking, fertilizer, and so much more. If you've ever been on a flight to Kerala, have a look and all you see are coconut trees. It is truly God's own country for it's beautiful rivers and trees. My name is Sunitha Mathew and my blog is my story. I am a hard-core nature lover and love to relish every bit of it. I love taking pictures of flowers more than of myself. Every flower has a tale to tell. There's a verse that caught my attention on Pininterest (I am a quotes addict by the way) - 'Perhaps the reason we are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty but because they remind us beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting.' 😊😊😊 With my blog, I will take you through my story. It's a bumpy ri

I haven't descried a green flower.  I imagine she exists,  wanting to be seen,  buried somewhere  among the million green leaves.  She understandingly waits  for the promising hues  to dawn upon her.  I wish I could tell her  how beautiful she already is. That her color completes the alluring tree. That she is loved by the branches and roots of the tree that nourishes her. - Sunitha Mathew