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The whispers of the wind, gently embracing the snow-clad mountains of Wayanad, seemed to echo the enchantment of beauty resonating like magic slippers. In a world where some justify suicide as the articulation of those scarred by death, there exist complexities in measuring the profound depths of such wounds. Nandita, compelled to veil her penned words with sweetness, remained a celestial presence. The poet’s life concluded as she breathed life into verses that had been fragmented into lines.

Nandita, captivated by the death-tinged verses and self-destructive style of American poet Sylvia Plath, who met her end by placing her own face in an oven, eventually succumbed to a fate reminiscent of her poetic muse.

Those who delved into Nandita’s poems were not merely met with sorrow for a prematurely fallen flower. She left behind a tapestry of stories, embracing the gentle breeze that awakened the fragments of poetry, ensuring they remained an enduring pain.

Despite inquiries into the circumstances surrounding her demise, Nandita chose to linger as an elusive mirage, pouring out a cup full of poetry to be remembered with a mere whisper before vanishing into the unknown. Her last journey unfolded through the thin layers of the mysterious pain.

In 1991, while serving as a teacher in Wayanad college, Nandita took her own life. The world discovered Nandita’s poetic soul through diary entries found in her room after her passing. Composing poems from 1985 to 1993, later published as “Nandita’s Poems,” she left an indelible mark, described by those close to her as a woman of unparalleled uniqueness.

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