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Finding Home Within

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” – Aristotle Understanding oneself is often misunderstood. It is not about isolating […]

Everything can’t always be about me. It should be about us. But how? Is it about how I feel about

यह शून्य है या खालीपन की छाया? जब तुम्हें एकांत ही प्रिय था, तो फिर इस निःसंगता से भय क्यों?

गर्मियों की छुट्टियाँ… हमारे आम के बागान की गहरी छाँव में बिछी चटाइयाँ, उनके नीचे आड़े-तिरछे पड़े हम सब नटखट—बच्चों

Silly me… Trying to catch emotions and turn them into action — Ha! Finish a book within an hour, And

The thrill of first learning — worlds around the words, first talk, first read, first sound, like tiny singing birds.

Are you the keeper of love, Or the giver who lets it roam? How many hues of love have touched

Some fall into shadows, Some rise to the sky, It’s not in the laughter, Nor hidden in cry— It lives

Oh—wait. One last, and most essential, remedy remains to be prescribed. A hug— written in the ink of care, signed

Words are my play— I juggle them softly, jumble, mix, and mend, break them open where they ache, stitch them

Courage can be a single spark, a one-time leap into the dark— you gather strength, choose one bold line, and

All I have is a hug, a tight hug for you. If I could, I’d take your pain, and let