A piece of memory .

Do you have any precious recollections to share? I can't stop myself from sharing with you the wonderful days of the magazine work and it's more than a magazine, it's a story of how a family welcomed a newborn.

A beautiful period of my entire life. Heavenly remarkable days indeed, it was! The days that made me feel stronger than the Incredible Hulk. The whole love, the whole credit, the whole appreciation goes to those pillars who stood on the right, left, front and back of me.

It's been three years but still, Djinn is still afresh in my memories. A magazine team with trillions of stories but how much of the retellings are printed yet is doubtful. Most of our stories have been heard by the stone benches of the college and above all in most of our unwritten inklings too (Lol). Since the first day of our TEAM, we had opinions, we had controversial talks, we had entirely different views, we had blank moments and the list probably went endless. Aye, it wasn't an easy task, I should know the way and will. I should know exactly what the next step is. Those thoughts rushed through my mind.
They were the busiest days of life as well, magazine work and Union activities, but undoubtedly I did enjoy everything.

The whole universe paused for a moment then. I haven't been able to digest what exactly happened to me. My love, my everything, Maa departed and my words failed to comprehend the reality of my feelings. Those magazine days, sometimes it seemed hard, painful, empty but I survived. The completion works got delayed. I don't know how many of you know the value of friends but I have really sensed it. We were totally bewildered at where we had halted the works, so we started to regain speed gradually completing each and every piece of the magazine. I went to bed with a single dream of holding it tightly when it gets published. Day and night, we were busy coming to an empty college ( during summer vacations) and hurriedly heading to the printing press and this process was on a loop. What if Aparna ma'am wasn't there with her power-packed energy that pumped to me daily? What if I never knew about Krishna's existence? Who else makes a more creative Publication Day than Aleena? What if the ATM machine didn't work properly from the stage and that was Unnimaya inside the machine who was there throughout the journey like anything. And also I would like to mention that when the magazine came out from the ATM and was opened, it seemed like I got a baby in my hands, a baby that belonged to all of us(08/08/2017). How would I be without the support system of Celsha and Athulya? What if I never asked valuable comments from Sruthi? Who else would roam around with me through literature/film festivals other than Debthara? And the relaxing comfy cushion and ambience of Room no 24. When the whole story painted (by Abhirami) in a single cover page come out, I felt like I was on the seventh heaven. Still, I remember a lot of people, place, incidents to speak on, but then if I start documenting them all then this wouldn't see an end lol. But with everlasting gratitude, I remember their efforts.

Volume 63 was made with a lot of  'Mohabbat' and a little magic - The Digital Djinn. This 2020, the digital world is your dwelling and what are you waiting for? Free your inner djinn. Be courageous like Aladdin (smokes up in the background, I can feel it.)

The three years of love and happiness.