Some moments in life don’t come with words…
they come with silence, observation, and a quiet breaking within.

This is one such piece I wrote —
about the moments I didn’t say anything… but felt everything. 🌿

On the funeral day of my dad,

when they asked my cousin brother to do the rituals,

I saw the patriarchs of my own blood.

When the eyes of family members

became unfamiliar… almost scary after my dad’s death,

I saw the reality of guardianship.

When wedding invitations reached everyone

except us,

I saw how society treats widowhood.

When my Mumma got a second chance,

I saw intolerance

in the most unexpected minds.

Being alone in family gatherings

taught me—

life won’t go as planned.

When groupism crept into my own friendships,

I understood the weight of casteism.

I have seen people change

at the speed of a flashlight.

Being replaced—

by anyone—

was the worst feeling I ever felt,

especially when it came as a gift from love.

Still,

I replied to everyone with a smile.

I blamed the color of my skin

for everything.

When nobody stood beside me,

I walked alone

on a harsh midday,

without a destination.

And in that moment,

I learned—

loneliness is not always weakness.

These were the moments

I didn’t say anything…

but felt everything.

From my daily writing practice —

one moment, one truth, one poem at a time.

–Dr Amritha S.S