when i read your words my soul felt understood. loved. cherished. my heart then squeezed these words out of me. syllable after syllable. scared all the while. for to say these things is wrong. thank you. for when i was emotionally starved your words nourished me. when i was thirsty you provided milk and honey. so when i gained strength i lifted my head towards the sun alongside the blooming flowers. and i know there are hundreds of thousands that say the same. but when you wrote for the least of us you wrote for me
tribute to rupi kaur

























