You can see the fire in my mother’s eyes as she stands tall in front of me, shielding me from the harsh sun, sharp winds, and piercing words.I feel the soft gush of wind sneaking through her saree’s pallu and blowing my hair while I peak a glance and catch a hundred sun rays. I feel the warmth of her tender words as she lulls me to sleep every night.You can see her tears filling her glassy eyes as she bears the weight of the world on her shoulder whilst still shielding me.I …
Read moreLetting go used to be a foreign concept for me, until I realised—the baggage I was carrying became too heavy and started breaking me bit by bit.If you are someone who doesn’t get bothered by things, people, or life in general, then you must be a pro at letting go. You may not gain anything from reading this blog, but you may be able to help others by commenting any insights you might have about the art of letting go.However, if you are someone like me (who is afraid of letti…
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