Arul's Quill

What if you had a tree that gives you fruits every time you thought of one? This post is not just about fruit but family, surprise, and a little magic. A tale of fruit, imagination, and a small word that changed everything. Have you ever eaten something so perfect, so naturally sweet and soft, that you momentarily left this world and entered a dream? That happened to me recently. That too with a banana. Yes, banana. Not just any banana, but one so good I began to wonder: What if I owned a plantain tree? A magical one that gives me bananas every time I think of them? A tree that listens to hunger? That bends its head politely and says, “Here you go, dear fruit lover.”  But before I wandered too far into my fruity fantasy, something happened. Let me take you there—through this little poem I wrote that morning: The Banana Small yummy yellow fruit, Soft, Both inside and out. With green lines, Black top, It tempted My mouth My tongue. With hunger I peeled the skin Took a bit...

Hello there, Welcome to Arul’s Quill—a quiet little corner of the internet where words will wander, rest, and sometimes, take flight. My name is Arul, and this blog is a space I've long dreamed of creating. A place to collect the scattered thoughts, poems, and stories that often visit me—sometimes softly, like a breeze; other times, urgently, like a storm. Why Arul’s Quill? I’ve always found something romantic in the image of a quill—an instrument of quiet rebellion, of deep feeling, of timeless expression. It reminds me that even in our modern world, there’s something sacred in the act of writing. Here, you’ll find poetry that tries to make sense of emotion, stories that sprout from memory and imagination, and perhaps the occasional reflection on writing itself. This is both a journey inward and outward—and I’m honored to have you reading along. Thank you for being here. Let’s see where the ink flows. With warmth, Arul M