In the inkiest of nights, while the world around you lies in deep slumber,
you wake up and write.
There is a greater force out there—
shaking things out of you.
The cassette must play all its music
before it is returned to The Source
and erased.
Always wished my man would give me flowers. Never received any from the ones I seriously dated—at least none that I can recall. And then, finally, I did. In Thiruvannamalai, a string of jasmine garland, to be pinned onto my hair… at 4:30 AM on the last Sunday of October 2024, while awaiting the darshan of Arunachaleshwar. Gifted to me by my fiancé—the one I met 7 years ago, but with whom love (and the courage to admit it) blossomed only recently. It wasn’t just flowers; it was a long-awaited symbol of love, timing, and destiny. The Universe had been preparing me for this moment all along. ✨
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