Look at me,
I’ve become like this
since you came…
If you keep
haunting me this way,
I have no escape.

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The loudest echoes are
often from the moments
we thought had passed…
yet they keep stirring
inside us forever.

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Peace doesn’t come by killing desire.
It comes when you loosen your grip on it.
The moment you release, the heart breathes again.

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Don’t know where you wandered,
but you found your way under my skin,
inside my heart.

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Ramya 🌸

Reading your words feels like listening to life itself , sometimes soft like prayer, sometimes sharp like truth, sometimes just a quiet reminder we all need.

What I notice most is how naturally you move between languages, between moods, ಕನ್ನಡ , हिन्दी, English… short lines, deep thoughts. Some pieces feel like diary whispers, others like lessons carved out of scars. But in all of them, there’s honesty.

Your lines on trust, silence, faith, and self-worth aren’t dressed up, they sound like how people really think when no one’s watching. That’s why they stay.

Thank you 🌿 for letting those truths out in such simple yet powerful ways. Please keep writing, not just for readers, but because your words already carry a quiet strength that deserves space.

ಶುಭವಾಗಲಿ 🌷

Heartfelt regards,
K

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Swati ✒️

I went through many of your pieces… and they don’t feel like decoration. They feel lived.
Sometimes you write in just one line, sometimes a long flow, but both hold weight.

I noticed how you speak of silence, of nights, of the city, of loss, of the small things like soil, leaves, light. That’s not easy… it means you look at life closely, even when it hurts.

Your words are not written to impress. They are like someone talking to themselves, and we are allowed to listen. That honesty makes them stay.

Thank you 🌿 for putting them out, Swati. Keep walking with your words, they are not light, but they are true. 💓

With respect and warmth,
K

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Shagashra 🌙

I’ve only recently stumbled upon your words, yet they carry the weight of someone who has been writing for lifetimes. Every line feels carved out of lived experience, sometimes tender, sometimes fierce, always unfiltered.

What moves me most is the range: from love to heartbreak, from quiet lessons to sharp truths, from strength to vulnerability. You don’t just write about emotions, you let them live in your lines. And once read, they don’t leave easily.

It’s rare to find words that speak with both fire and fragility, but yours hold that balance. They remind me that writing isn’t only about capturing beauty , it’s also about honoring scars, questions, and even silence.

So thank you 🙏 for putting pieces of yourself into over three thousand reflections. Even in reading only a few, I felt like I was meeting fragments of a soul that refuses to be reduced to one feeling, one season, one story.

Keep writing ✍️ not because the world needs more words, but because it needs more truth. And you carry plenty of it 🌿

With respect,
K

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Aparna 🌹

I’ve been reading your writings for some time now,
and every time they feel close to the heart.

There’s a truth in them that quietly stays, even after
I’m done reading. Desire, silence, dreams, pain,
freedom… whatever you write, it carries a piece of
you, and that’s what makes it special.

Thank you 🌿 for sharing that side openly, Aparna. It
reminds me that writing is not about big words, it’s
about being true.

Keep shining ✨ keep flowing 🌱 keep writing ❤️

Heartfelt regards,
K

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Everything burned…
Except the
color love left behind.

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These days,
even my own heart
feels like a stranger…
but it’s the same heart
that built a home for you.

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