Whenever even a small negative thought about someone crosses your mind, consciously and immediately shift your focus to something positive about them. Send that uplifting energy out into the universe
In doing so, you’ll nurture an inner positive transformation that benefits not only yourself but also those around you
Embrace the magic of this powerful shift
Happy New Year, Beautiful People
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Sometimes life feels like it has no deeper meaning, just a series of ordinary days. Yet, in those moments, the dazzling sunlight dancing through the trees reminds us that even the simplest moments can shine with dazzling beauty …
Last night, I woke up twice
The silence heavy, the air still
Each time, your face filled my thoughts
As if my heart knew only one path …
I reached for my phone
Wanting to write to you today
Something, anything
Because if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is …
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After a while, loving how my thoughts flow into words
People often have depth within them; they just need the right environment and the right people to express themselves fully …
What do you think?
I glance at my phone,
Hoping to see a message from you,
But no, it’s empty,
And I tell my heart, “It’s okay.”
I hold on to hope,
That something might arrive soon,
But still, nothing,
And I whisper, “It’s okay.”
Time passes slowly,
The silence grows long,
But I remain patient,
Saying softly, “It’s okay.”
The wait lingers on,
A quiet ache in my chest,
Yet I smile gently,
And tell myself, “It’s okay.”
In the stillness of the day,
I find comfort within,
Even without a message,
I remind my heart, “It’s okay.”
How do you find peace in moments of waiting and uncertainty?
The rarest beauty is found in those
Who listen without judgment …
Who cradle your truths with care …
Honoring the courage it takes to share …
What do you think?
Walk your path with quiet strength
Unaffected by the noise of others
Intentions speak louder than explanations
And peace grows from within ….
What keeps you grounded when others misunderstand you?
I don’t travel alone, I travel with myself’ ….
Meanwhile, I carry
The depth of my thoughts
The echoes of my dreams and
The endless dialogues within …..
Tell me, how do you travel?
Let’s disappear from this chaotic world …
Into a place where silence speaks
Where the air is light and untouched
And we find ourselves anew, free …
Ahh! This desire to escape from the noise and pressure of the world into a serene, untouched space where we rediscover our true self and experience a deep sense of freedom …
Intriguing, right? This idea of finding peace and clarity away from it all?
We carry these ingrained ideas of what makes a ‘good appearance.’ But isn’t it harsh, even cruel, that people are so often judged by someone else’s idea of beauty, rather than who they really are?
As Oscar Wilde once said, ‘Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.’ Yet society pressures us to fit into molds, to measure up to standards we may not even believe in ourselves. We’re expected to align with others’ notions of what makes an acceptable appearance.
Why should someone’s worth be tied to the clothes they wear, the style they choose, or how they carry themselves? And isn’t it even more unjust when these judgments overlook the depth of a person’s inner being, their kindness, resilience, and unique spirit? How often do we truly see each other for who we are, beyond the layers of judgment, appearance, and expectation?
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Sana contemplating …
Can we be kind to each other as we’re?
I♥️
When you choose to rise, to seek something greater
You’ll sense the quiet stirring of the universe aligning
Subtle forces shifting, pathways unfolding just for you …
Isn’t it wonderful how life begins to answer your call?
Song of the day
Rest
Do you agree
That those who overthink are the ones who overlove?
I wonder
When we love, don’t we hold our beloveds so tightly in our thoughts?
Isn’t it so?
Love and worry blend
Two threads braided in the mind
And perhaps it’s why we bear those heavy aches now and then
(I mean headaches ☺️)
Each thought, wrapped in care
Each care, pressed close to the heart …
Love, relentless, always seeks:
To protect
To understand
To be enough …
So tell me
Whether a heart can feel that depth of love without also feeling the weight of worry
Or
If worry inevitably ‘shadows’ love, adding both depth and heaviness to it?
When your hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
when your getter up and go
has gone to stop and wait—
I’ll still be loving you.
When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I’ll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face—
I’ll still be loving you.
When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don’t remember me—
I’ll still be loving you.
Growing old is
something we all do
I hope you’ll always understand—
I’ll still be loving you.
Writer: C. David Hay
Artist: Bettina Baldassari
Ah, my heart is full of love for you –
By the lakeside, the wind whispers softly
White swans glide silently, a harmony ….
Their grace speaks of love without words
As they move, side by side, in quiet understanding
Ah, my heart is full of love for you –
I♥️
Returning to the mountains of Nepal
There I hear a quiet prayer …
The air holds stories, and
The peaks remind me of something higher,
A kind of majestic, and mysterious power
Something beyond words
As devotion follows me ever since
Through its valleys and winds …
I see myself as a simple soul. I find joy in the little things, waking up to a humble breakfast, like a cup of tea, honey, a handmade roti (tortilla), vegetables with chilli and mustard seeds, and then spending unhurried time with loved ones, talking about the weather, some chores or sewing clothes, or something as small as jotting a note on a postcard. I’m content to sit with a few old coins, letting them clink together, or to play a tune on the harmonium, untrained, yet somehow it’s music to those dear to me …
That’s who I’m, a simple person at heart. Some don’t understand why I’m drawn to the mountains and valleys, places where life flows quietly, unhurried and unadorned. The people there live differently from those in the city; they don’t complicate life or chase after recognition, wealth, or fame. They are content just as they are, in a way that’s extraordinary without needing to say so. For me, smelling a flower feels like magic, extraordinary in its simplicity. To most, it may seem ordinary, but to me and those mountain souls, it’s everything …
One day, I dream of living in the mountains, waking each morning to their towering presence all around. The sun would rise over them, its rays meeting my face, bathing me in a warm glow of golden light. I’d be shining in that bright yellow, wouldn’t I? Tell me …
Can I also live there with your name permanently? As going back to the mountains would feel like an act of devotion, a fulfillment of a promise, leaving me with a heart softened and at peace …
(NB: I wasn’t sure about the title of this post. So I felt to take the first word that it’s started. I hope it’s fine)
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You’re going to realize it one day that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others
One day, you’re going to see it that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming
One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was always about you
Bianca Sparacino
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Now tell me,
What brings you genuine happiness?
How do you nurture joy within yourself?
What does it mean to feel truly at peace inside?
How do you define a content and fulfilled inner self?
What practices help you cultivate lasting happiness from within?
Wow, so many questions! But I really do love asking them, and even more, I enjoy hearing your responses …
I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it”
Harry Emerson Fosdick
Meanwhile
Surprise others with change
Let them see a new side …
Become someone unexpected
And watch them rethink your story …
Let them blink in awe
At the change they missed …
You, now far from who you were
La vie continue, in anyways
Always ….
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Tell me, wouldn’t life lose its magic if we understood it all?
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La Vie Continue/ french
(phr.) “‘life goes on’
Autumn arrives gently, with leaves of red, yellow and gold falling around me. I want to stay in its soft beauty, holding onto the fading light a little longer …
Dear Fall,
Do not leave me
Do not let me go …
I loved the way their steps moved together
Effortless and in tune, as if they shared an unspoken rhythm …
Such quiet harmony
Such gentle peace
Such a bond that needed no words
Only the steady beat of their feet …
Let’s walk together!
Love asks for nothing …
In silence, strength grows within
Heart vast, yet unseen
A person’s capacity for love and emotional depth is immense, but it may not be outwardly visible or recognized by others. But someone can hold deep feelings and a profound emotional state within themselves, even if those feelings are not acknowledged or reciprocated. There’s strength and richness of such unexpressed emotions and it only deepens quietly over time …
What do you think?
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Gunnen/ ductch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …
Kaash hum aapke dost ban pateAapki batein sunteAapne dil ke sunateChai pe charcha karkeJadon ki dophar bitate.Gar baat no kuch rozTo ghar wale bhi …
Kaash / كاش/ काश
Ahh! That longing for a deep, meaningful friendship, where conversations flow effortlessly, and even silence over time raises concern. It’s a heartfelt desire for connection and the warmth of shared moments …
“I wish I could become your friend,
Listening to your stories,
Sharing the ones from my heart,
Discussing over tea,
Spending winter afternoons together …
If there’s no talk for a few days,
Even the family starts to question.
I wish I could become your closest friend”
But is that kind of bond ever truly within reach?
Kaash!
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Interestingly I was having tea while sharing this beautiful piece by one of my favourite blogger and as a person, she’s amazing, true, and kind. I love her blog and I adore the name of her blog
Pretences Still learning the ropes
I hope you would love too!
A heart pulled by tides unseen,
Each farewell an ache that deepens
A love held quietly in the spaces between
Always departing, yet never rescinding
It’s strange how you can miss someone so deeply, yet to care for them, you must continually say goodbye …
But how do you let go without losing them entirely?
I wanted to talk with you
To tell you everything, and my life
What happens in a day …
Only it fills my heart with joy
To share all that I hold inside …
I don’t share much with others,
It’s only you who stirs this feeling
I wanted to talk with you
To know you as well
To ask how your days go by,
What happens in your world?
What books do you read?
What movie do you love to watch?
What dress do you wear when you run in the morning?
What food do you eat?
How do you sleep?
Do you snore?
Do you like your job, or do you dream of another life? Do you love flowers? Do you love fruits? – I do
But I don’t know anything about you …
But I wanted to know
Do you prefer yellow or white?
Do you sneeze in the dust,
Or catch colds often? Just like me!
Do you breathe in the stillness of nature,
Or find peace in the city’s noise? – Oh, no!
I love nature, you know?
I’m a child of the earth, through and through
I wanted to share this with you
And so much more – quite vulnerable, right?
But you see, I don’t share much with others
It’s only you who draws this from me
But you wouldn’t believe me, would you?
It pains me to be this honest
But it’s alright, I suppose
How could you believe me
When you hardly know me
And I haven’t truly known you either?
Isn’t it a tragedy of the universe
That if it understood the misery
Of your absence from my life
It might never have placed us
On separate lands?
And how can we ever know one another like this?
Still, I wanted to share my whole universe with you
Do you ever want the same? Or you want the universe between us?
Do I look like a South Indian in any way? A long time ago, when I was in university, some Indian classmates mentioned that I had the features of a South Indian woman. Sometimes I used to wear sarees back then, and maybe that added to the perception. I’m not entirely sure what specific features they were referring to, but I do know that sarees are one of my favourite attires, I feel so liberated when I wear one and as it’s said ‘The saree’s grace, like the South Indian woman’s poise, flows in waves, boundless, timeless.” – I feel like draped in six yards of pure elegance
Now, to my WordPress Indian friends, what do you think? Do I resemble someone from South India?
In any case, I so much love South Indian food, such as, Masala dosa, Sambar, Upma etc, and recently I’ve fallen in love with a South Indian song, listening to it repeatedly, specially during my walks. There’s something about certain songs that feels addictive. I don’t understand the language, and I haven’t tried to find the meaning either. But the melody, the voice, the music, it’s captivating. The song is in Tamil, called ‘Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil.’
I’m not going to search for the meaning myself; instead, I’d love it if any of my Indian, South Indian, or Tamil-speaking friends could share the meaning with me. Here are the lyrics –
Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil in Enakkul Oruvan
Singer : Pradeep Kumar
Music by : Santhosh Narayanan
Poo avizhum pozhudhil
Orr aayiram kanaa
Orr kanavin vazhiyil
Adhae nila
Paal sirippaal
Oli poo thelithaal
Dhegam megam aagum
Orr nilaiyae
Megam koodum neram
Poo mazhaiyae
En moochu kuzhalilae
Un paadal thavazhudhae
Undaana isaiyilae
Ul nenjam nanaiyudhae
Vaan veli meedhae
Venmathi thondrum
Aanveli melae
Aval udhithaalae
Ven siragetraal
En viral korthaal
Kangalai maraithae
Kanavukkul izhuthaal
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Another question 🙋♀️
Have you ever loved a song so much that it made you want to learn the language? That’s what happened to me with this song ♥️ Do you wish to share your any such favourite song with me?
Thank you for your time, kindness and precious presence in my life!
Life’s a symphony
With colors that dance and winds that hum
And you, a note that never fades ….
Forgetting you
Is like trying to recall the shape of wind
An invisible ache that lingers –
What part of me will you leave behind?
Sometimes it happens in life that despite the effort to forget someone, their impact has left a lasting imprint on our mind and certain relationships or memories change us, leaving behind a part of the person in our thoughts, emotions, or identity, even after they’re gone
What do you think?
Time is a beautiful feeling
Like the quiet touch of a hand in yours …
Love doesn’t rush; it learns the art of waiting
Do we know how to cherish what grows slowly?
I’ve always wanted to paint Big Ben right in front of the famous structure itself, but I could only do so from indoors since it was too chilly outside at that time!
Sometimes, you plan for things, and other times you don’t dream of them at all, yet something occurs, beautifully or unexpectedly; this is often how life unfolds, as we aren’t the ultimate planners, but rather guided by a greater force, The One. Outside, the silhouette of Big Ben looms against the sky, a reminder that time keeps moving, regardless of our own intentions. As you keep following your passions at your own pace, what surprises do you think might come your way?
For me, everyday brings a lot of surprises and excitement to me. Well, it was another solo adventure, strolling across Westminster Bridge, taking in the view of Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, and the London Eye. Tourists buzzed around, snapping pictures and chatting excitedly in different languages, while street performers played music that drifted through the air. I loved watching families and friends gather, pointing at landmarks and sharing stories as they walked. The highlight was jumping in front of the London Eye, its massive wheel turning slowly above me, capturing the thrill of the moment in a photo. There was something magnetic about the Thames River too, its steady flow calming me as I leaned over the bridge, feeling connected to the history and rhythm of the city
As the day drew to a close, I wandered into a riverside garden, where the vibrant flowers stood in serene contrast to the bustle of the city, offering a quiet balm to my eyes. The chilly air nipped at my skin, but a warm cup of coconut-flavored mocha melted the cold away, its rich sweetness a perfect comfort. It wasn’t just a drink; it was a remedy, calming me from the inside out. With the Thames whispering nearby, I found solace in my painting, each brushstroke a therapy of its own. The moment felt like a quiet triumph, a celebration of solitude and creativity
Time is a beautiful feeling and I hope to hold on to this season with one of my LittlePainting, here and now …
Now, tell me what you think about
‘Time’ as Now and Here ….
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Another of my favorite songs to walk with is “I Want You Now” by Loving Caliber. It conveys a deep longing for someone, with gentle vocals and a smooth rhythm that evoke a sense of closeness and warmth
Progress is still progress
No matter the pace
The road is tough
Filled with moments of doubt …
But growth begins in the smallest ways,
Needing time and tender care
Yes, surely!
When it feels slow, remember
Quitting won’t help
Nah nah, never!
Stay steady, sweet child
Appreciate where you are
For you’ve learned, and you’ve grown
Believe in the power of small beginnings;
Don’t fret about reaching the big things …
Collect the fragments of this world
Hear the joy of distant voices carried on the breeze
Drift and dive, and
Be foolish in your whims
But don’t you worry, beautiful soul
Stand tall, content in who you are ….
Yesterday, once again, I set out on a solo adventure, walking extensively and embracing the challenge of a marathon for myself. I loved it, without a doubt
Stepping off the London Underground into the vibrant heart of Paddington, I wandered through an area where historic charm dances with modern development, lively streets, and iconic architecture. Inside the bustling Paddington Train Station, alive with its constant hum of activity, I felt the energy swirling around me; it was contagious. Now, whether my energy fuels the station or the station fuels me, that’s the question
After that, I stepped outside, clutching my Google map like a compass, ready to chart my course through the bustling streets. I set my sights on the serene beauty of the Italian Gardens and the expansive embrace of Kensington Gardens.
And so, my journey began.
The air was sharp with a biting wind, the sky heavy with clouds. Yet, I discovered a certain beauty in the way the dry leaves twirled like dancers in the swirling wind, crafting their own brittle symphony beneath my feet. I wandered for miles, from the elegance of the Italian Gardens to the heart of Kensington, eventually finding myself standing by the Round Pond. There, I felt urge to paint something, anything, and I scattered color across my blank cold-pressed watercolor paper, watching as the hues bled and merged into mesmerizing patterns. It was a sight that captivated the mind, the way the colors flowed like thoughts unfolding. As Picasso once said, ‘Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.’ I felt that childlike joy, watching the colors breathe life into the paper. I always do feel like this
As the day slipped into dusk, swans paused in their graceful drifting, while the water, stirred by the wind, shivered with restless ripples, in this vast space, tinged with a hint of melancholy, my thoughts turned to success. I realized that success means something different to everyone. For me, it’s simply being present in this moment. Others may reach for the world, always consciously in race for this or that, I find no desire for that. Thoreau wisely noted, ‘What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.’ My contentment springs not from possessions but from the quiet joy of simply existing now and here
This journey is beautiful
Don’t you think so?
I’ve been listening to this song for the past two days, and it has become my faithful walking companion. It’s a Bangla song. I adore its tune, lyrics, and gentle melody. This is one of the Bangla songs I listen to on repeat, filled with a deep affection that resonates within me. As I planned to paint by the pond, I envisioned singing this song while creating my artwork. So, I jotted down the lyrics in my little notebook and then sang the song aloud. I know my handwriting is charming, I love it ☺️ and I sing beautifully for my soul too! Do you love it?
Thank you for appreciating it!
I just wish you find the success that you want from life, and I pray for your good health, happiness, and joy as you travel in your life. Be happy always
I♥️
The most beautiful feelings can’t be expressed in words; they can only be felt.
One day I went on a ‘Date with Sister’ to different places. We walked around London city a lot. Lastly we end our date at this beautiful Regent’s Park …
Our date wouldn’t have been complete without Little Painting under the open sky, surrounded by nature and water at this Park, a natural surroundings where we feel alive the most. It’s our special breathing space, where time pauses, and we dive deep into our hearts. Painting there together was a blessing beyond words …
It’s one of those feelings where, no matter how much you try to put it into words, you can never fully capture it. As Anaïs Nin once said, ‘We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect,’ but some emotions are too profound for even words to contain …
Can you guess which one is my painting?
Mirror is hazy
Let it be …
The winds are wild
But so are you …
Press on, ‘No apologies’ …
Will you rise, or stay behind?
Let it not matter …
How bright will you burn until the end
Before you’re free of all you pretend?
Umbrella for the rain,
A shield against what falls
Sunglasses for the trend,
A gesture of fitting in
But when the storm is within,
What do you reach for then?
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Someone once called me a poet, and I loved that. Being a poet feels like holding up a mirror to my thoughts, as if no other umbrella could shield me. I know I might bore others with this at times, but what can I do? I am who I am. If you love me, you must love my poetic voice, or not love me at all. If that sounds dramatic, so be it
For me, the act of creating is what truly matters. It’s the deepest part of who I am
Do you love me? Or not? Tell me
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The picture was taken in front of South Kensington Station, London on 22nd September. It was kind of a solo-explorer day. I went to visit Natural History Museum and the Kensington Gardens.
Pain changes people, like rivers slowly shaping stone …
Gentle edges toughen, and hearts bear the weight …
Yet within the fractures, somewhat strength emerges
Becoming a self the world may never see …
Roksana Tales 