Some things are worth waiting for
Like the first drop of rain after a long dry day
Or a flower opening when the sun feels just right …
Love waits too, like the moon behind a slow-moving cloud
It doesn’t rush, doesn’t shout …
But grows quietly, like roots under the ground
The heart keeps hoping, silently, day after day
Like the sea touching the sand again and again
Love returns when it’s ready
And when it does, it feels like breathing again
I♥️
When you feel alone
And no one sees you
I’ll still be here
I guarantee that …
When your smile fades
And you forget your worth
I’ll remind you
I guarantee that …
When the world is cold
And you need a hand
Mine will reach out
I guarantee that …
When your voice shakes
And you can’t find the words
I’ll listen with my heart
I guarantee that …
When dreams break
And hope feels far
I’ll believe for both of us
I guarantee that …
Always, without question
I♥️
My Dear,
Isn’t it something, how many words we’ve shared today? After all this time, I didn’t expect it, but I think, in my deepest heart, I was waiting for your letter, your voice between the lines …
Lately, my world has felt like a storm, emotionally, mentally, a whirlwind of moments and moods. But even within that, you drifted into my thoughts today. And with that thought came a soft realisation: I was still waiting to hear from you …
Perhaps that says something, not just about timing, or connection, but about how some souls hold a kind of gravity, silently, years after years. Even from a distance, they stay. They stir something gentle, something true. How they have a quiet way of returning, just when you need to hear from them!
I once read in ‘Married to Bhutan’ how being near a river can slow you down, how just standing beside water can make you feel calm and present. That thought stayed with me. And maybe that’s why your words today felt so familiar, like the sound of water flowing, unexpected yet comforting …
With warmth always,
R
Tell me, do you still write letters these days?
I♥️
In quiet, love stays
Unspoken, yet it echoes
Through the silent space …
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Maybe it was one of those days when she missed someone in the middle of every chaos happening in her life, and she realised it wasn’t only emptiness, but it held love. Then she scribbled a few lines to express how the heart still keeps speaking to that significant someone …
She called it ‘Still Love’, because, love, when it’s true, doesn’t go away, it simply grows within …
I♥️
Winds scatter her thoughts
Wild, aching, yet full of fire
She blooms in soft light …
Today, I poured watercolours onto the paper. I didn’t control the flow. I just let them move, soft, wild, honest …
It felt like life. Sometimes, it makes no sense. But still, I move with it. I let it run through me. I follow what feels true, even if no one else understands it …
Nothing made sense today. Nothing went as planned. But I chose to go anyway.
Go right. Go forward. Go my way …
Because even when nothing goes right,
I can still go right …
In my own way …
The butterfly effect means small actions can lead to big changes. Like a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a distant storm, one quiet choice can shape our future. It shows how everything is connected, even simple moments can lead to powerful transformations over time …
Over the past year, I’ve seen this truth unfold in my own life. A single decision, to take a walk, go on a journey, or say yes to a trip, or to start painting, led to deeper healing and new strength …
There was the trip to the Maldives, a place that was never on my list. I hadn’t planned it, yet it turned out to be a gentle gift. I didn’t know I would need that much in my core, and I would love so much of the stillness of the sea, the crystal-clear color of the water, the softness of the days, it all felt like life was giving me something I didn’t know I needed …
Now, as I reflect, I see that letting myself explore the unknown began with small, quiet steps. Like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, those moments created ripples I’m still feeling today …
And see, I’m learning to trust the small steps because they just might lead me somewhere beautiful …
Butterfly effect is real, I believe, and you?
I♥️
Every day, I travel a familiar path through this part of East London, from Snaresbrook’s Hermon Hill Road toward Goodmayes, often by bus. Before the journey begins, I wait quietly near the Wanstead station, where the city unfolds like the first lines of a beloved poem. I watch people drift in and out of the morning, some rushing, others strolling, each absorbed in their own little universe. The rhythm of their movements, the fragments of conversation, the laughter, even the silence, they all stir something in me.
I take pictures as a ghost photographer, quietly capturing moments that might otherwise vanish. There’s a delicate poetry in the shifting light and long shadows, in the reflections on bus windows, in the way sunlight falls across the pavement or lingers on a shop sign. Sometimes, a smell from a bakery or coffee shop floats in the air and feels like comfort. The shops along the Wanstead path are as alive as the people, restaurants bustling with breakfast prep, a florist arranging colors into bouquets, a gallery with its newest display catching the eye of a passing child. Everything is vivid, but not loud.
And yet, amid all the brightness, I sometimes notice someone who seems distant, or heavy with thought. There’s a pause in my chest when I see them. Loneliness wears many faces, and it appears even here, in this lively, fragrant, light-drenched place. I wish, in those moments, that no one ever had to feel alone. But I understand that they do. We all do. Everyone needs someone, at every stage of life.
This stretch between Snaresbrook and Goodmayes, through Wanstead, past the little park on one side and the tapestry of shops on the other has become more than a route. It’s a quiet collection of fleeting stories, of the poetry that lives in passing moments
I am simply here, watching, witnessing, and sometimes framing the world with a silent lens, hoping to hold onto the feeling that makes someone want to read a line twice ….
Tell me about how much you like street photography?
‘যার যার গল্প, তার তার কাছে তীব্র সত্য!’
‘Each person’s story is an intense truth to them.’
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how often we compare struggles and pain, as if one person’s suffering is somehow more valid than another’s. But the more I look around, the more I realize: every soul carries something heavy
What breaks one heart might barely shake another, not because one person is weaker, but because we all come from different stories. Different pasts. Different support systems. And that’s why empathy matters so deeply
Society often teaches us to appear strong, to move on quickly, to say things like, ‘At least it’s not worse,’ or ‘Others have it harder.’ But those words, even when meant kindly, can shut someone down. They create distance, when what we really need is connection
Empathy isn’t about fixing. It’s about feeling with. It’s about sitting beside someone and saying, ‘I may not fully understand, but I’m here with you.’
Empathy is not just emotional intelligence; it’s a spiritual practice, a way of mirroring Divine compassion in a world that often rushes past quiet suffering
In my faith, His mercy, ‘Rahmah’ is infinite. He sees every hidden struggle, every silent tear. Only God truly knows the weight of our burdens. Only He sees the full picture of our hearts. And He calls on us to reflect that mercy in how we treat one another
The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said,
‘None of you truly believes until he loves for his brother what he loves for himself.’
So maybe today, let’s stop comparing struggles and pain. Let’s choose softness, gentleness, and grace. Let’s lean in. Let’s pray for one another. And above all, let’s be kind. Let’s remember, we are never truly alone. Our Lord is always with us.
LA HAWLA WA LA QUWWATA ILLA BILLAH
There is no strength and no power except through God
Rahmah/ arabic/
Mercy – reflects Divine compassion and the spiritual core of your reflection
Sometimes, I find myself simply observing those who seem ‘normal’, the way they speak, the words they choose to describe their experiences, how they react, or how they present their abilities with such careful confidence. Their ease in communication fascinates me, as if they instinctively know how to navigate social expectations.
At times, being among them makes me feel out of place, as if I exist on a different wavelength. Yet, I take myself lightly, even when they joke at my expense. I do not mind, because their amusement does not define me. In fact, I feel a strange sense of joy when they fail to understand me, because, deep down, that’s exactly what I prefer.
Those of us who are born different, who experience the world through a mind that society struggles to categorize, are often labeled with terms and diagnoses. But these labels do not define us. We are nature’s unique creation, wired to perceive life in ways they cannot grasp. And perhaps, they do not need to understand us.
Only a few people ever truly see us for who we are, and that is the rarest gift. The most powerful truth is that we are the ones who teach them how to understand us. It is not luck that allows them to connect with us, it is our choice to let them in. And for that, they are truly fortunate …
A tale from a psychologically challenged soul
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Étranger/ french
Meaning is ‘Stranger’. It reflects the sense of being apart from the norm, of existing on a different wavelength, and not being fully understood by society
Be grateful every day, every moment!
Gratitude has the power to transform everything, even in challenges, setbacks, and uncertainty, there is always something to appreciate. When you shift your focus to what you do have, you open the door to more abundance, joy, and inner peace.
As Melody Beattie said, ‘Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.’
What’s something you’re grateful for today?
As long as God allows you to wake up each day, it means He has a purpose for you. Your life is not without meaning, even if you face struggles or feel lost. Every new day is an opportunity to grow, seek His mercy, and fulfill the purpose He has set for you.
God’s plan is greater than what we can see or understand. He tests us, but He also provides guidance and strength. When you feel overwhelmed, remember that He is always near. His mercy is vast, and His doors are always open to those who turn to Him.
Never lose hope, no matter how difficult life becomes
God’s wisdom is beyond our understanding, and every hardship carries a lesson or a hidden blessing
Keep trusting Him, keep praying, and keep moving forward. Your journey is not over, He still has beautiful things planned for you
“We work hard to ease our worries about life, by earning money, building a family, and looking after our health. Yet, we still don’t feel at peace.
At some point, we start to wonder, ‘What is life really about?’ and begin focusing on its true nature. ‘What do I need to obtain in order to live a life filled with peace of mind.’ “ – Budhdha Theory of Happiness
Peace of mind does not come from self-love alone. While self-love is important, true peace comes from a balance of many things
Gratitude, forgiveness, understanding, letting go of negativity, and accepting life as it is all help. Mindfulness, prayer, or meditation can also bring calm. Kindness to others and meaningful connections add to inner peace
The best way to gain peace of mind is to live with gratitude, patience, and trust in the journey of life.
I♥️
Those who perceive life in rigid extremes of black and white fail to recognize the subtle shades of grey that lie in between, the complexities, nuances, and depth that shape reality. And yet, they claim to be lovers of nature, forgetting that nature itself thrives in gradients, transitions, and balance
True wisdom lies in embracing the in-between, the moments of uncertainty, the contradictions, and the unexplored perspectives
Just as the sky does not shift abruptly from day to night but fades gently through twilight, life, too, is a spectrum of experiences
To truly appreciate nature is to understand that beauty exists not just in clarity, but also in the soft, uncertain edges of change
Don’t you think so too?
The art of being average in everything allows you to explore various areas of life without the pressure to excel. Being average doesn’t mean lacking ambition; it means finding joy in trying and learning. It teaches humility, patience, and the beauty of imperfection
By letting go of the need to stand out, you discover freedom in just being yourself. It’s a quiet reminder that life is about experiences, not perfection, and every step has its own value
Simply put it is liberating. It is embracing balance and simplicity of life
♥️♥️ ♥️♥️
Do share what you think about it. I always look forward to hearing your thoughts on my musings …
Your absence hums like a violin string snapped mid-note
A comet that vanished before its trail could unfold
The eclipse of a lighthouse on a storm-battered coast …
Time crawls, a spider weaving webs of empty hours
Memories linger like fireflies trapped in a jar
Each one dimming, yet refusing to fade into stars …
Your voice was rain stitching needles through thirsty leaves
Now silence looms like an unfinished symphony’s grief
A mosaic missing its most vivid, sacred piece…
I search for you in the scent of forgotten gardens
In waves that speak like poets lost to their stanzas
In winds that carry secrets of unuttered mantras …
Truth is, I miss you like the moon misses its tides
A ship adrift, no constellations to confide
The ache of a heart where all its echoes reside
I♥️
I know I’m hurting myself.
This is the finger I injured four months ago, now wearing a ring on it again after so long. This finger was fractured in an accident. I can’t bend it properly or grip well anymore.
I’ve followed the doctor’s instructions and even undergoing physiotherapy, which is still ongoing.
It’s a bit swollen (still swollen while writing) but otherwise fine. As the swelling persists, the finger is becoming increasingly stiff and challenging to move.
Initially I was heartbroken because I couldn’t take it that I can never bend my finger like before. I used to cry for this. I had mental trauma from my pain. I used to hurt myself trying to bend it in different ways and was so hard on myself that it would hurt more later on. I was patient in taking the medication and physiotherapy that included the wax therapy also.
Lately, I often feel unsettled. when I can’t grip the handlebar of my cycle with my left hand and I would become too sentimental about this unfortunate incident.
Well, I had had two major operation in my life so far. Always I hated operation and I had to face those nightmares. Even I experienced terrible car accident. But I survived by the grace of Almighty and didn’t fractured any parts of my body. But never ever I felt so helpless now that I see my stiff ring finger just like this without motion, without emotion, with only a rough feeling.
Just reflecting that sometimes accidents happen beyond our control, and even after we take care of the injury, the pain may persist for long or never goes away for a long long time …
And when your heart breaks, then you may not get back your whole heart again. It already has lots of holes from the breaking. Can we repair our hearts with the Japanese method of Kintsugi by giving us a new heart with gold?
Just asking!
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Kintsugi, also known as kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The method is similar to the maki-e technique. (Wikipedia)
As you know Kintsugi inspires us to embrace our flaws and accept them as a part of life.
I’m also accepting it as a part of my life with grace and love. Also these days I’m feeling that my Almighty had a plan for this happenings, so that I experienced something unusual out of this accident of fractured finger. Now I’m preparing for doing Kintsugi on it to make it flawsome.
Tell me, how do you take care of the pain that’s unavoidable, uncontrollable, and untreatable?
My Dear R,
I hope this letter finds you well. As Aristotle once said, “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” With that in mind, I wanted to share some important reminders—lessons I’ve learned and wisdom I’ve gathered over time …
First, remember that happiness isn’t just a destination; it’s the journey itself. Think of each moment as a precious gem to be savored. Immerse yourself in what you love, whether it’s painting a vivid canvas, losing yourself in a good book, tending to your garden, or enjoying the company of friends. Don’t hold back. Learn the practice of “wabi-sabi.” While wabi-sabi primarily focuses on finding beauty in imperfection and the transient nature of life, it also emphasizes appreciating simple, everyday moments. Appreciate more of your self-care and personal expression. Dress in your favorite outfits, experiment with makeup, or enjoy a pampering session as a way to celebrate yourself and find joy in small, delightful ways. Embrace and cherish the present moment …
Don’t overthink. Eliminate self-doubt and self-criticism. Don’t ever think you’re not enough; you are enough, just as you are. As Eleanor Roosevelt said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Don’t let negative thoughts take root in your mind. Instead, focus on starting a skincare routine, eating healthy meals, maintaining regular exercise or yoga, and taking care of your personal hygiene. Remember, your brain and body are closely linked; when one suffers, the other often does too …
My dear, do you laugh often? Laughter is a reflection of our inner state of being, so let it flow freely. Find that spark that lights up your eyes. Be passionate about something—whether it’s a hobby, a project, playing an instrument, exploring nature, or even just a ride all on your own …
Seek connection and company. Share your joys, sorrows, and daily happenings with the right people. Building and nurturing these relationships is essential for your well-being. The support and understanding of others can provide strength and perspective in difficult times. But also never ever let anyone tell you otherwise or bring you down …
Read as many books as you can, starting from a young age. As George R.R. Martin said, “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” Reading will enrich your life and make the most of your time in the best possible ways …
Please darling don’t forget to walk daily, move, run, or dance, for ‘to keep the body in good health is a duty… otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.'” – Buddha
You have the power to create a beautiful life for yourself. Embrace every opportunity to grow, learn, and love. You’ve got this. The time is now to be bold about who you are. Hold no regrets. Try more things. Cross some lines. It won’t matter to anyone. Love yourself as you are. And remember, you are always beautiful, kind, and worthy of being loved, cared for, and respected.
Consider Oprah Winfrey’s journey. Despite facing significant challenges and adversities in her early life, she embraced every opportunity for growth and learning, ultimately becoming one of the most influential and successful figures in the world. Her story is a testament to the power of self-love, resilience, and the pursuit of one’s true self. As she often says, “The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.”
You’ll discover a unique happiness that comes from simply living and enjoying everyday, mundane pleasures. Imagine a painter who, after years of searching for inspiration in grand landscapes, finally finds true joy in capturing the simple beauty of a sunlit kitchen, a blooming garden, or the quiet streets of their neighborhood. Their art reflects the contentment found in everyday moments, illustrating how the ordinary can bring profound happiness.
Love deeply and passionately. Someone unique will come into your life. He won’t possess the conventional markers of success you once thought were essential in a partner. On your first date, he might give you a ride home on the handlebars of his bike because he doesn’t have a car and can’t afford to rent one. But don’t worry about these. Rather you may find that he’s incredibly funny, intelligent, and has remarkable integrity.
And lastly, be funny, kind, empathetic, caring, and respectful. Be vulnerable. Wouldn’t you agree that these qualities make life richer and more fulfilling?
You warm my heart,
Roksana
A letter to the younger self
However, no matter how old you are, there’s always something to learn from any moment or from anyone who is an integral part of your life right now. Learn what you can from those you admire and most importantly from the walk of your own life and apply it in real sense as much as possible ….
What do you think?
I have a fondness for breaking apart
A fascination with the fragile
The delicate dance of hearts
Walking unsteadily on the edge …
In love …
I have a fondness for breaking apart
At times it seems
Love’s other name is
Broken hearts …
An echo of longing …
A symphony of cracks …
I have a fondness for breaking apart
In love, I find
A beauty in the fracture,
In the spaces …
Where light seeps through the wounds
Where the raw and the real collide
In a blaze of truth and tenderness …
I have a fondness for breaking apart
It’s a mosaic of
Shattered dreams
Pieced together with hope …
A courage of feeling
The audacity of connection …
I have a fondness
For the breaking …
For the way love demands vulnerability …
For the way it strips us bare …
For the way all its flaws are revealed
I have a fondness
For my unguarded heart
Breaking apart …
For in the breaking,
We find the depth of love
The resilience of the beautiful soul …
The beauty of a heart
That dares to love
Even knowing it might break …
That’s how I have a fondness
For breaking apart …
You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
And the extent of my affection …
My feelings are genuine
And my love is sincere
The moon symbolizes my love …
So tender was the kiss
That touched my heart
Such deep affection
Makes me yearn for you …
You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
Reflect on this
And gaze above
The moon symbolizes my heart …
You love tea
I love coffee
Each sip, a story
Each cup, a journey …
Your mornings start
With delicate leaves
Unfolding in warmth
A ritual of peace …
Yours and mine!
Mine begin
With bold beans
Ground into essence
A rush of energy …
Together
We blend flavors
Contrasts harmonize
Creating a beautiful combo …
Yours with mine!
In your serenity
I find calm
In my vigor
You find spark …
Two worlds
Two cups
One shared moment
A beautiful combo …
Mine with yours!
Do you prefer tea or coffee?
How did you celebrate International Tea Day?
Tell your tea/ coffee story (if any) …
In puzzled ponder, a name I’ve heard
Though “Roksana” my soul preferred …
Yet as time passed by
A fondness did arise
Love’s influence moves my heart …
Let the name be my tender song
In love’s embrace, I truly belong …
Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
Separation by W.S. Merwin
You cannot save anyone. You can be present with them, offer your groundedness, your sanity, your peace. You can even share your path with them, offer your perspective. But you cannot take away their pain. You cannot walk their path for them. You cannot give answers that are right for them, or even answers they can digest right now. They will have to find their own answers.
My thoughts are scattered …
Oh dear!
Restless I feel …
My heart aches deeply …
He captivates my heart …
My thoughts are scattered …
Right now …
Oh dear!
I continually shatter my heart,
Dispersing its fragments
Until they touch
The depths of your being,
My beloved …
My Dear,
It’s likely that as you were writing to me, I was walking back home from work, taking in the beauty of the flowers in my charming neighborhood …
I adore my neighborhood. The scenery is incredibly captivating with its tall trees and beautiful blossoming flowers. I frequently opt to walk home from work, as it’s only 850-1000 steps from my workplace to my home …
So, what I was saying about my neighborhood!
I really admire the shade under the tall trees and enjoy watching the breeze rustle through the colorful bougainvillea. It’s lovely to see people walking along the footpath and enjoying their time. As I passed by the mosque, I noticed people seeking relief from the scorching heat under the trees in front of the mosque. I adore the vibrant colors, the fragrant scents, and the sense of simplicity in that scene.
It was scorching heat outside. And there I found myself embracing the warmth of the surroundings. There was refreshing cool breeze and thoughts of you. It may sound unbelievable, but it’s the truth. Your presence in my thoughts remains unwavering amidst the whirlwind of life’s events. Please, believe that.
So, where was I? I was expressing my fondness for the delightful, blossoming, shady path in my neighborhood and how much I’m fond of you …
Today I took a break from work as I was feeling an intermittent cramping in my abdomen. Some rest will help me feel better. However,. Sudden leave from work leads me to think, “How can I best utilize this extra time at home?” Swiftly, I begin mentally compiling a to-do list. Eventually, I decided to walk back home…
While returning, I found myself feeling happy to see these blossoms and greens. The outside heat was too strong but I cared less and I continued walking, intermittently pausing to capture photographs.
I returned home and checked my email once again. I was so surprised to receive your mail. This news brightened my day so much that now I feel inspired to spend the next few hours painting.
I find great pleasure in painting when my heart is filled with happiness and I was very happy to read your mail.
Your words and painting will grace my own solitude for today, now and here.
Do you enjoy solitude?
I eagerly await your response to my somewhat poetic emails.
Have a peaceful, wonderful, blissful day!
Yours truly,
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Do you enjoy solitude?
C’est la vie means ‘That’s life’ 😊
There once was a curious soul
Wondering how your days roll
What activities fill your time …
It’s something she often wonders about …
Completely immersed in the moment
What do you do when you’re happy or very happy?
A university degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading, You write to me “good morning” and I read it as, “I love you” …
Desires unmet, dreams fade
Yet, gratitude fills the heart
Finding joy in what we have …
Discovering happiness doesn’t always involve fulfilling your desires.; it’s about cherishing what you already possess and expressing gratitude for it …
Finding Joy in life’s simple yet priceless pleasures, like
-relishing solitude at home
-preparing homemade meals
-writing letters in such era of emojis and instant messaging
-engaging in agenda less conversations with loved ones
-spreading joy with smiles and laughter
-lighting fragrant candles
-tending to plants, and
-expressing ‘I love you’ selflessly and unconditionally
-coming back to home by walking and appreciating the friendly neighbourhood and the beautiful surroundings with greenery and flower blossoming
And many more of such things ….
Please do share some of your small moments in which you find joy ….
Roksana Tales 