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The Art Of Leaving First
I think I was born with a suitcase in my hands. Always ready, always packed. People promised me forever. But forever always had an exit door. Continue reading
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This Is The Whole Point
Somewhere between the silence and the sky, I remembered, That this is the whole point. Ladakh wasn’t just a trip. It was surrender. To the wind. The silence. The bruises. And the breathtaking. Continue reading
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Hello, June
A month of endless sunshine, warm long days and golden evenings. A month of vibrant rainbows, after the spring rain. Continue reading
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Everything Happens Now
No past to linger, no future to crave, Just the breath in my lungs, the beat of the wave. Continue reading
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Nature Is Achingly Beautiful
The clouds, soft as whispers, forever drifting, like memories slipping through time’s gentle fingers. Continue reading
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Tirthan Valley, A Place To Be Wild And Free
Tirthan Valley, A place to be wild and free. A place to remember, eternally. Continue reading
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The Void in the Current
Once more the river flows through the valley searching for her special rock. But he’s nowhere to be found lost to a sudden, fierce storm. Continue reading
