Colonel's Random Thoughts

Maybe I Am Meant to Be Unfinished When I was young, I thought life was a question that needed a single answer. At different points, I wanted to be a poet, a filmmaker, a librarian, a café owner, a therapist, an architect, a musician playing on sidewalks. I imagined selling books in a quiet little town, growing my own vegetables, healing people, wearing suits in glass buildings, dancing on rooftops in cities that never slept. Sometimes I even wanted to disappear. Looking back, these were not confused dreams. They were different windows through which I wanted to experience life. Perhaps that is what growing older teaches us. Our goals do not remain still because we do not remain still. What seemed desperately important at twenty may feel strangely irrelevant at forty. What we once called success may later seem like an elaborate distraction. A failure that broke us at one age may become the very experience that gave us wisdom at another. Life keeps editing us. ...

The Extraordinary Hidden Within An Ordinary Life There is something quietly beautiful about the way we live our everyday lives. We stop for sunsets. We play the same song again and again because somehow, in those few minutes, it says something about us that words cannot. We take photographs of meals, journeys, faces, streets and skies, not because every moment is extraordinary, but because we instinctively know that moments disappear. We dance while getting ready, make wishes at 11:11, revisit old songs, keep souvenirs, return to favourite restaurants, call someone just to hear their voice, and celebrate birthdays, anniversaries and small victories. We often call these things ordinary. But perhaps nothing about them is ordinary. The morning cup of tea or coffee, the particular chair we always choose, the music we play while driving, the route we take home, the food we crave when we are happy, the photograph we take from the same window, the familiar conversation with som...

The Things We Don't Notice There is something almost unbearably beautiful about the ordinary ways in which our mothers love us. Not always through grand gestures. Not through carefully chosen words or dramatic declarations. But through the little things we barely notice. A phone call asking if we've eaten. A packet of something we once loved. Food packed carefully before we leave. A reminder to carry an umbrella. A favourite tea picked up from the store. A simple, “I saw this and thought of you.” We grow up believing these things will always be there. We become busy. We postpone conversations. We say, “I'll call you later.” We sometimes find their questions repetitive, their concern excessive, their fussing unnecessary. And then, one day, there is no later. That is when the smallest things suddenly become enormous. A grocery bag sitting quietly in the back seat of a car can become a lifetime of love. A voice we once hurried through a conversation to e...

Coming Home for Onam Every year, as Onam approaches, something almost magical happens across Kerala. Airports become crowded, railway stations overflow, highways carry a steady stream of cars heading south, and homes that have stood quietly for months suddenly begin to stir. Malayalis return from Dubai, London, Singapore and the Gulf, from Bengaluru, Mumbai, Chennai and Delhi, carrying suitcases filled with gifts, unfamiliar chocolates and clothes. But what they are really bringing home is something that cannot be packed into luggage: themselves. For Onam is not merely a festival of flowers, food and new clothes. It is Kerala’s great season of homecoming. It is when distances that have accumulated over months and sometimes years suddenly disappear. Families scattered across cities and countries find themselves gathered under the same roof. Cousins who once spent every holiday together may now meet after five, ten or even twenty years. They may initially excha...

20 Essentials of a Love That Makes Life Worth Living A meaningful marriage is rarely built on what two people can buy for each other. Its real wealth lies in what they can give each other without a price tag: emotional safety, companionship, tenderness, laughter, desire, patience and the quiet certainty that, whatever happens outside, there is someone beside you who truly cares. The most beautiful relationships are not perfect. They are relationships in which two imperfect people keep choosing each other. 1. Emotional Safety Be the person with whom your partner can put down every armour, every worry and every pretence. Home should feel like a safe harbour, not another battlefield. 2. Unconditional Respect Love without respect eventually becomes possession. Respect their thoughts, choices, individuality, boundaries, dreams and even their silences. 3. Deep Listening Listen not merely to answer, but to understand. Sometimes the heart says things the mouth never manages...

A Humble Cup of Tea When life feels tangled, loud and strange, And thoughts refuse to settle down, Pause for a while, let your worries change, And let a cup of tea come round. There’s comfort rising with its steam, A soft fragrance, and warmth so true; Tea gives the weary mind a dream, And makes the blues seem somehow new. Tea asks for nothing, only your time, A quiet chair, a breath, a pause; Yet somehow turns the ordinary sublime, And gives the restless heart a pause. Tea brings old friends to linger near, Draws strangers gently into talk; A cup can make the silence disappear, And make two hesitant hearts unlock. Tea keeps us company when alone, Through rainy afternoons and lonely nights; In every sip, is a little home, A small warm island of delights. Tea wakes the morning, greets the day, And gathers thoughts before they flee; It tells our hurried selves to stay, And simply be, for one bri...