compassion – Roksana Tales

I love people
Who carry kindness calmly,
Like a small light in their hands …
They do not wait for applause
They simply move through the world
With softness in their voice
And calm in their heart …

I admire those
Who naturally have morals and manners
Not because someone taught them to perform goodness
But because respect lives inside them
They greet people warmly
Listen without rushing
And leave others feeling valued …

I notice people
With self awareness and common sense
They pause before speaking
They understand that words can stay
Inside someone for a long time
So they choose honesty with care
And silence when silence is kinder …

I feel safe around those
Who have consideration for others
They think beyond themselves
They notice tired faces,
unspoken feeling,
Small discomforts in crowded rooms
Their kindness pays attention …

I appreciate people
Who move through the world gently
Without making it everyone else’s problem
They carry their struggles with grace
They do not spread hurt everywhere they go
Even in difficult moments
They try not to wound others …

I respect people
Who care without keeping score
They give because their heart tells them to
Not for praise
Not to collect favors
Not to remind others later
Of everything they once did …

I hold close the people
Who don’t make noise about their goodness
There is something rare about them
No performance, no loud display
Just humble decency, day after day
The kind of people
Who simply are …

#roksanatales

Bonhomie means a warm, friendly, and relaxed kindness in a person’s behaviour. It describes someone who is naturally pleasant, easy to be around, and makes others feel comfortable without trying too hard.
The word is derived from the French bonhomme, meaning ‘good-natured fellow’ …

Bonhomie
/ˌbɒnəˈmiː/ (British English)
Sounds like: bon-uh-MEE

You’re a Bonhomie to me
I♥️

There was a small village at the foot of a mountain. The village was called Shantipur. In that village lived a little girl named Turona. Every day, Turona would gaze at the big mountain from afar. In the morning, the mountain sparkled in golden sunlight, and by evening, it glowed in a soft reddish hue …

One day, Turona decided she would climb to the top of that mountain. Everyone said, ‘It’s too high, you won’t be able to.’ But Turona smiled and replied, ‘How will I know if I don’t try?’ …

The next morning, she set off with a bottle of water, some fruit, and a notebook. On the way, she grew tired, her feet ached on the stones, yet she didn’t stop. Sometimes she sat down to rest, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the birds fly …

Finally, after noon, she reached the top of the mountain. Looking down, she saw how beautiful her little village was, green fields, tiny houses, and a silver river flowing gently through it …

In her notebook, Turona wrote, ‘The joy of reaching the highest place only comes when you refuse to give up.’ …

Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air smelled of freedom, and inside her heart, there was peace …

She realized that the real mountain wasn’t outside, but within her. And that day, she had conquered both …

#roksanatales

How we used to write short stories when we were young! I remember how every night I’d make up stories to tell my little sisters before they fell asleep. I used to jot down bits of them in my notebook too. Often, I’d go up to our rooftop with that notebook, gazing at the distant sky until my thoughts drifted away. I wanted to write, and sometimes, I did. Other times, I simply got lost in my own imagination!

I’m sure it happened with you too!

Anyways, now tell me,
What is the ‘mountain’ in your own life that you’ve been afraid to climb?
Or tell me,
When was the last time you tried something even though others doubted you?