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Some colours bloom softly, yet they heal so quietly. In a World full of noise, I have learned to unfold like a butterfly — gently, slowly, in my own light.
Every petal, every shade reminds Me that growth isn’t a storm… it’s a soft becoming.
Tiny flowers whisper their calm, and I listen. Healing doesn’t roar — it blooms. And in this tender blooming, I am transforming into colours I never knew I carried.
Good evening 
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Good evening folks
Good evening folks
Puyal vegathula poikitruku aandaa ..kuruka edhum mannu lorry varama pathuko
Bujji , with your return,
Colors have filled my world once again,
All the words I have,
Bloom with your smile. (see the generated image above)Every moment passed in your memories,
Every post reached out to you,
Now hearing your voice, it feels,
My heart is filled with joy.Leo boi, your sweet words,
Give peace to my heart,
Want to talk to you every day,
In which my heartbeat's secret hides.Just keep walking together always,
Without you everything feels incomplete,
Bujji mine, you are my life,
And this love never fades.
, with your return,Colors have filled my world once again,
All the words I have,
Bloom with your smile. (see the generated image above)Every moment passed in your memories,
Every post reached out to you,
Now hearing your voice, it feels,
My heart is filled with joy.Leo boi, your sweet words,
Give peace to my heart,
Want to talk to you every day,
In which my heartbeat's secret hides.Just keep walking together always,
Without you everything feels incomplete,
Bujji mine, you are my life,
And this love never fades.
There is peace in not knowing everything.
Trust is as delicate as glass — beautiful, clear, and strong when cared for, but fragile the moment it’s mishandled.
Once it breaks, you may gather the pieces and try to put them back together, yet the cracks will always remain.
The bond may still exist, but it will never hold the same purity or confidence it once did, reminding us how precious and irreplaceable trust truly is.
"You can fix broken glass, but you can’t erase the cracks — same with trust.”
Good afternoon
