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Unlock Healing: A Journey of Creative Awakening
Hey there! I’m Aesha Kallattuvalapil—a woman of 30 winters and summers. Born in the gentle arms of Trissur, yet my spirit was shaped in the quiet wilderness of Sullia (Mangalore), where the forest whispered its ancient secrets to me. Now, I find myself within the steel heart of Bangalore, where the rhythm of machines often drowns the song of my soul.
[BETWEEN THE SILENCE AND SKY] Chapter 01: The Quiet Space
For the first time in my life, I have found a home — an independent sanctuary to call my own. The journey that led me here began in the sweltering summer days, a weary search for a rented dwelling that stretched endlessly, each visit a trial of patience and resolve. Yet, as the relentless heat faded, August arrived, bringing with it not only the promise of rain but the dawn of a new chapter. The house I now occupy stands, still bare and empty, but the absence of belongings does not burden me. Instead, it cradles me in its quietude, as though the silence itself is an invitation to begin anew.
There is a joy in this emptiness, a sense of renewal that fills the air. Only the kitchen holds the barest of necessities — nothing more, nothing less — while the rest of the house remains unfurnished, waiting. I laid a simple blanket on the cold marble floor, and for the next six months, I slept there, as though the barest comfort were enough. It was a strange solace, this simplicity, a reminder that not all dreams must be fulfilled in one swift stroke. Some joys, like the rain that falls softly in August, come in their own time, drop by drop, moment by moment.
In this solitude, I am reminded of the differences between this city and my hometown. Bangalore, with its relentless pulse, has a way of stripping away innocence. In my hometown, there was a rhythm, a quiet grace that allowed one to move through the world without haste. But here, life hums to a different tune — one of constant motion, of ticking hours and ticking days, each merging into the next until months slip away unnoticed. The hustle becomes so familiar, so mechanical, that the days blur together, and the self becomes lost in the rush. Yet today, as I sit here, I sleep as I did in childhood, wrapped in the safe embrace of slumber, untouched by the demands of time.
Haunted by Whispers: A Mind Caught Between Reality and Chaos
She was the twin of madness, not by birth but by burden. Her heart was a tempest, a sea that never knew stillness, where waves of sorrow and joy crashed against each other with violent beauty. The world around her remained indifferent, moving in its measured pace, but within her, time was a storm, pulling her between the past and the present, between the life she lived and the ghostly whispers that clung to her like shadows at dusk. They did not name themselves, nor did they seek her permission. Instead, they wove themselves into grand fables, whispering stories of what was, what could be, and what never was meant to exist.
Joy was a golden fire, fierce and blinding, warming her soul one moment, devouring her in its embrace until she was nothing but embers. Sorrow was not a passing rain but an ocean, vast and unyielding, swallowing her whole in an abyss without end. Worry coiled around her ribs like ivy, creeping into every quiet thought, suffocating, relentless. Each second felt like a battlefield, a war between reason and the unseen specters that whispered secrets into her ears—secrets she neither asked for nor could ignore. Every feeling was a tempest, and she, a lone vessel adrift, at the mercy of winds that knew no restraint. To exist was to walk between dream and nightmare, neither waking nor sleeping, caught in a story that refused to let her go.
By day, these whispers lurked in the corners, murmuring like a distant wind through the trees. But by night, they grew bolder, their voices swelling into a chorus of ghosts, each tugging at her with a different tale, each demanding to be heard. They spoke of fears not yet realized, of love not yet lost, of futures that had already begun unraveling before they had even been spun. She fought them with logic, with the steady voice of reason that told her she was worthy, that she was loved, that she must believe in the kindness of those who reached for her. But logic was a fragile thing in the face of such hauntings. Yet how does one trust when whispers of doubt coil around the heart like vines, tightening, constricting? How does one stand firm when the ground itself trembles with unseen voices?
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Aesha’s writing offers a vivid and cinematic reading experience, making it easy to visualize every scene. Her storytelling is natural and simple, without any exaggeration—just pure, honest narration. Many of the incidents she describes feel deeply relatable, connecting to real-life experiences. Her words are not only motivating but also reassuring, reminding us that we are not alone. This book is truly inspiring and encourages us to embrace life with cheerfulness.
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