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Three Pieces that made a home

Three Pieces of Home - A Story About Love, Loss & Finding Home.

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The Second lock, Pt 2

After that therapy session, the word followed her. Grief. It showed up in quiet moments. Like when she instinctively checked her phone, even though she wasn’t expecting a message. Or when she hesitated before sharing something personal, weighing the risk like a calculation. One evening, her co worker knocked on her door. “I think your package got delivered to me by mistake,” he said,…

The Second lock, Pt 2

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The Second lock

The first time Miya said it out loud, it didn’t sound broken. “I feel safest handling everything by myself.” She sat across from Dr. Sapre, fingers laced tightly in her lap, posture straight like she was presenting a case instead of a feeling. The clock ticked softly behind her, each second measured, predictable, unlike people. Dr. Sapre didn’t write anything down. Didn’t ask a follow up…

The Second lock

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Raise that glass!

If God answers every prayer, then I reckon I know this much He heard me clear as thunder and the answer was no. I learned that the hard way. God said no to the love I craved. And I’ve realised something that took time, silence, and a few broken nights to understand the answers don’t always match the prayer. Some lessons arrive dressed as denial. Some doors don’t close to punish…

Raise that glass!

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Presence Without Pretence

Life has a way of piling on the noise. Deadlines, shifting moods, the subtle undercurrent of competition. One moment you think you understand someone’s intentions, the next they’re wearing a different mask. It can leave you feeling drained, not just from the pace of it all, but from the quiet realisation that some connections bend easily when convenience calls. And then there are dogs Or any…

Presence Without Pretence

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Grace, Grit and Getting Real

A story of simplicity, self recovery, and sleeping like a beggar! (Ugh! I know!) We live in the age of information — instant access to people, data, and distractions. Our routines consume us, our minds race with lists of red, green, yellow, and brown flags. So many colours. So many filters. We keep adding, analysing, sorting… but how often do we stop to review? How often do we pause to ask…

Grace, Grit and Getting Real

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Healing wasn’t becoming lighter - It was Coming Home to Myself

The Illusion of Lightness There was a time I thought healing meant becoming lighter.More joyful. More forgiving. More “positive.” But now I know healing isn’t about becoming lighter.It’s about becoming more real. What I Carried in Silence For most of my life, I carried people in silence..Partners and friends I outgrew.Stories that didn’t end.Masks I wore just to be chosen. I learned to…

Healing wasn’t becoming lighter - It was Coming Home to Myself

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Incomplete wish

You’ll always be my favourite person, even if I’m not yours. I’ll treasure you as my favourite incomplete wish. Our story isn’t over, and the chapters we’ve written together will echo in my heart forever. Every memory we made, every laugh we shared, and every tear we shed has woven a tapestry of love that time cannot erase. I cherish what we had, knowing that love sometimes means letting…

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Appu - For his Eternal presence ; here, now, forever.

Try not to think of him as gone; his new journey has just begun. Life has many dimensions, and this world is only one. For the man with a smile so warm, a smile that sparks joy in everyone’s heart, now leaves us with a tear in our eye each time reality softly touches our hearts. Just one more movie, just one more fan show, just one last glimpse—alas, how we long to know if this could…

Appu - For his Eternal presence ; here, now, forever.

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The jitters gazette | Chapter 2

It’s been pending for a very long time, hasn’t it?I know! I had to think this over and over again, and I still am (ugh! I know, right?). I realised my love thinks, sometimes too much. I ran too fast, too far, too long on too many borrowed smiles. And then it hit me – something just plain awful. Why is it that some relationships  die while others thrive? I’m convinced that the reason is really…

The jitters gazette | Chapter 2

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A gentle reminder, a whisper!

This love will inject honey in your soul,Like warmth cracking within your bones.You’ll see how it learns you, fights for you, stays,To weather storms by your side. In a world that often chooses distance,You’ll be reminded of connection.Hope will pour from kind fingertips,Tucked between layers yet to discover. No, you won’t find a perfect love,But a love that’s light, never a burden.It won’t…

A gentle reminder, a whisper!

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Farewell, my friend!

Grief, I’ve learned, is truly just love. It’s all the love you wish to give but cannot. All that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and that hollow part of your chest. Grief is merely love with no place to go. Jamie Anderson It was a gloomy yet somehow bright, the evening I saw my friend again after two years. Despite the crowd around us, everything…

Farewell, my friend!

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Dog years

“You’re the lullaby, singing me to sleep, you are the other half , you’re like the missing piece.” She met a man she fell in love with twice, yet twice, the timing and universe never aligned. Only two things mattered to her: family and career, her aspirations. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this family also had its own baggage—emotional and non humans. He did not hear her when she was…

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Little hints of terror

A dream visited, Early this morning. This time it was you, me, And her. You kissed my cheek As we stood together, I felt so in love. Next, For a moment, I felt her here, Standing between us like the Great Wall of China, her hands reaching out to you, Smiling at you like you both knew what was going on, but not me. You seemed confused. I seemed worried. Yet you walked past…

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Forging passages

One of the most challenging yet rewarding things we will do in this life is clear our path of well-meaning people who are simply not prepared to walk with us. Despite our deep affection for these individuals, they have consistently shown that the tasks they are avoiding will disrupt the progress we have made. Removing or distancing ourselves from these people requires discipline and is a…

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Gold, Rain and Love.

I hope April is tender and soft and everything you need it to be. That it offers you freedom and safety and a net to fall when you need space to just be. I hope gold blooms forth like the first days of Spring and what no longer serves you falls away like the leaves of Autumn. I hope the rain washes away your sorrows and the sun brings a new sense of purpose. I hope it’s a month filled with…

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Journey through the night

There is a reason the sky gets dark at night. We were not meant to see everything all the time. We are meant to rest and trust under this bold, full dark sky. Because no matter how heavy the shadows fill the night, in time, we will see morning sunlight. We will see that even though we were tired, weary, and we could not see the ground beneath our feet, somehow, we still moved forward.We still…

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