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Welcome to my world of stories — where continents meet through memory, and journeys unfold beyond maps. Tales and Trails: Texas and Beyond is my first book — a journey through landscapes and lives, from the highways of Texas to the ancestral echoes of Kerala. It’s a reflection on movement, belonging, and the quiet continuity that binds us across generations. I write about the threads that hold our world together — history, emotion, and the small acts of resilience that shape who we are. My writings blend the personal and the historical, the seen and the remembered — exploring how migration becomes memory, and memory becomes meaning.
The Mismatch of Speeds: A Morning Meditation.
Joseph V Mykulangara 24-December-2025
The morning opened in its usual quiet way, pale light spilling over the rooftops, the scent of damp leaves rising from last night’s rain. I stepped out, expecting nothing more than the rhythm of my usual walk, but something in the air made the world feel slower, softer.
Why I Wrote This Book: The Quiet Restlessness That Follows Us
Joseph V Mykulangara 20-December-2025
Writing between Texas and Kerala.
This reflection explores the process of writing a book shaped by journeys in Texas, childhood memories from Kerala, and the act of writing itself. It looks at why neither a simple travelogue nor a conventional memoir could carry the weight of memory, personal stories, and the quiet restlessness that travels with us across time and place
Why We Lie to Ourselves About Health — A Letter Inspired by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Joseph V Mykulangara 13-12-2025
I have always believed that the most meaningful writing does not arise from grand theories, but from the quiet, honest moments we share with the people we love.
The First Step of a Long Journey
Joseph V Mykulangara 06-December-2025
The morning opened softly — pale light settling over the rooftops, the smell of damp leaves rising from last night’s rain. I stepped out for my usual walk with a quiet excitement inside me, the kind that appears when a long-kept secret finally decides to speak. Some mornings don’t just begin — they reveal something.