A happy Sunday

Last Sunday attended the 9:30 AM mass in the Nolasco Chapel. Though there were only very few people everybody took part so earnestly that when the service was over a warm peaceful feeling overtook all of us. 

Wishes...

A beautiful view of the church from the new parking lot on the east of the church. They have taken care to make it mud free. The church has huge tiled parking lot on the west of the church. 

I like coming in through the old way through which devotees walked for centuries after coming to Vallarpadam on row boats. 

Wouldn't it be nostalgic and elegant if that route could be developed as a memory...

16 November 2025

Sunday Views

Never empty. Someone will always be in the frame. Moving towards the soft winter and burning days. 

A view from the ' windy hallway ' of Vallarpadam. Sunday services are always crowded. The windy hallway is naturally conditioned pleasantly from a burning hot day as long as one doesn't mind standing the length of whole service. 

Distance and Nearness

The days that broke my heart,

when even the thought of being away from you was unbearable.

And then came the days

when I did not want to be near you,

nor even think of you.

Strangely, it was those distances

that slowly rebuilt desire,

and the closeness

that restored the intimacy we cherished.

Now, as the end of the road draws near

and I look back at the years with a grateful heart,

I see how we survived because of both.

The distances became a form of nearness,

and the nearness, at times, a kind of distance—

yet together they bound us,

shaped us,

and turned us into the gift

life meant us to be for each other.

A quiet clap for the love that endured.

In a world filled with broken homes,

restless hearts,

and partners after countless relationships,

still searching for happiness,

a lasting love feels like a  miracle.

But that too is life —

fragile, unpredictable, unfinished.

So let us at least celebrate love in our minds,

honour it in silence,

and be grateful for the rare moments

when two people truly find each other

and remain.

Mary's month

ഇന്ന് മാതാവിൻ്റെ ചിന്ത നിറഞ്ഞ മാസം തീരുന്നു.

നമ്മുടെ ഹൃദയങ്ങളിൽ അ നിഷ്കളങ്ക സ്നേഹം തുടരുന്നു. 

വിജാതിയൻ്റെ എല്ലമായ ഈശോയുടെ അമ്മ. 

ചൊല്ലിയ കൊന്തകൾക്ക് നന്ദി.

The rosary month of Mary ends today. 

Her sincere love continues to touch  our hearts. 

The mother of Jesus, who is everything of a gentile. 

Thank you for all the rosaries offered in this month. 

Vallarpadam Feast

എത്താൻ വൈകി. 21:30അം കുർബാന തുടങ്ങി കഴിഞ്ഞു. പെരുന്നാൾ. തിരക്ക്. 

പുതിയ പള്ളിയിൽ തമിഴ് കുർബാന. കൂടി. 

A poem

 Karkidakam

Hey there, Monsoon—
You found your way.
Wasn’t sure you’d show up,
With the world all talk of change and doom,
And skies too shy to make room.

But here you are, all gale and tide,
Storming in with your winds wide,
Like that brother who never calls ahead—
Just barges in, well-fed and wet.

You’ve brought that smell—
Of Kerala soil and mango spell,
Of sambar brewing, warm and thick,
Of old Cochin with memory slick.

The kids sleep deep, they dodge the bell,
Old men rock with tales to tell.
And women at windows, quiet as mist,
Think of Sita and what we missed.

You’re not just rain.
You’re not just grey.
You’re Karkidakam—the soul’s pathway.
A hymn, a vow, a whispered psalm,
A breath held deep in Ramayan calm.

You’re the month that bends our knees,
That calls the chants into the breeze.
Though roads flood and clothes don’t dry,
You teach us still to look up high.

So stay a while. Don’t rush past.
We’ve got some mantras meant to last.
Some tears to shed, some hearts to mend,
Some broken prayers we’d like to send.

And yes, the tea is hot and sweet.
Pull up a chair, rest your feet.
Just try not to break us as you bless,
O sacred month of heaviness.