I often tend to write when I am feeling something very intensely. My body stays quiet, as these feelings most oft hit me as I’m travelling in a bus to or away, from somewhere. The only betrayal being the tears running down my face and the rapid scribbles from my pen.

I can remember the 3 distinct events where I have been moved to write by something deep within. These are not polished texts, just ones that came out of a spontaneous outburst of the emotions within. Many express their happiest emotions through dance, song, smiles, music.

At these moments, my body was chained. But my heart was free, and beating at its loudest.

October 13 2025 (Sent to the people of kanthari)

Hello,

From October to December, the longest insect migration can be seen passing through Tamilnadu and Kerala in large numbers. It is the unassuming dragonfly known as The Wandering Glider.

After they pass through South India, they cross the vast arabian sea non-stop to reach the African Continent where they will lay their eggs in temporary rain pools. And after those dragonflies hatch, they cross the ocean again and come to India and onwards to SouthEast Asia-an 18,000 km multigenerational journey.

An incredible story of resilience in the natural world.

Manikkavasagar, in the Tamil Shaivite Poems of Thiruvaasagam, asks the respected dragonfly to go and hum his message to God. "சேஏறு சேவடிக்கே சென்றூதாய் கோத்தும்பீ" (Se-aeru Sevadikkey Senroodhai Kothumbi)

Whenever they pass through here and I see them, I feel an incredible emotion of awe and respect and humility washing over me.

I sit and cry and pray. For them to have good journeys.

For they have long to go next, with nowhere to rest. I feel happy that life has let me be in the presence of such wonder.

I felt the same wonder, when I could be in your presence. I humbly thank you for letting me be a small part in Volunteering at Spread The Spice.

The next time I see the dragonflies, I will send my prayers for you with them. I am sure, no matter where you are Kenya, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Nigeria, Indonesia that they will reach you.

The World Is One Family. Vasudaiva Kutumbhakam.

🙏

I am not pasting the second instance here yet, it seems now that it might very well take me all of my lifetime to become a part of what we lost.

08 February 2026 (Sent as a thank you to Cuckoo)

This is the nesting season for Olive Ridley turtles. Every year, as the seasons change, the pregnant turtles feel a call back to where they are born, and lay their eggs on the same beaches that they first crawled on to be welcomed by the ocean.

You took us to one part of this cycle through your words. It was strange, I felt a feeling of immense hope towards life when you did so. Here was the great kindness, in the waves of the ocean on the beach.

It wouldn't have had the same magic today without your story. Thank you.

Today, a mother had come to shore, and laid 139 eggs. In 45 days, they'll hatch and start their journey again.

The watchers had been digging through the sand for over 15 minutes. "Maybe it's a false nesting", we all thought. They had started to quarrel amongst themselves too. On the verge of giving up, they just wanted to dig again for 2 more minutes. And there it was, 139 of them!