To savour.
the last spoon of payasam.
Bidding goodbye to onam.

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How hurt we are.
The sky doesn't stop pouring,
and the earth can't take the tears anymore.
The weight of silence crushes us.

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When the feather finds itself in the grasp of the wind, it just flows to the rhythm. It doesn't stay forced. A sense of surrender. A sense of freedom.
Life is beautiful then, to not force and be forced.

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Sitting under the stars,with myself.
Under the stars that are veiled by the dark clouds that never stop pouring.
You know what you miss.
But you also know the mind misses those who don't miss you.

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The ocean seeks the moon in its tides. But the moon remains serene.
The rains shower love on earth. But the earth doesn't stop soaking it up.
The bees never stop hovering around flowers. The flowers do not stop giving love.

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I am as imperfect as I am, but that doesn't make me any less loved for who I am. I have my folks around me to guide me and also to help me spread my wings and chase my dreams. And here I am, embracing my worth, goodness, and beautiful flaws.

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Sitting there with your insecurities, coming face to face with yourself... your emotions, your vulnerabilities, and your wounds wide open, to be pounced upon by the world. The fear of how cruel the world is and what they could do, pain you, scar you, and make you nothing in this powerful world.

It is at this moment you realize how soft you are and all you need is that genuine heart to embrace you. And no one comes. You are that burnt matchstick who can rise no more to burn. But then you gather all the ashes and rise to flame yourself. It is life teaching you to stay, or you stay to talk to life.

Either way – life happens.

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All of us forget that under the strongest veil lies a vulnerable heart, waiting to be embraced kindly and gently, to lighten the burden and pour out a gallon of love, closed off by years of barricades.

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No more, I feel like a crumbled paper. I am that paper carrying different shades, glowing bright in the sun. You may talk to any shade of mine, but I carry all different shades.

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That is the mystery of life – the answers come at their own pace at the right time. And be at peace once you accept the answers.

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