Softly, I Stay With Me

 


🍁There’s a quiet kind of strength in choosing yourself — In finding joy in the little things, in creating a world where peace doesn't depend on someone else’s presence. This is a glimpse into that world — where healing is slow, tender, and beautifully mine. Photography became my secret language.


🍁Every little capture — a fallen leaf, a flicker of sunlight on an old wall, shadows playing on my windowpane — told a story only I could hear. In those frames, I found not just beauty, but presence. I saw my emotions reflected in petals, skies, and empty streets. It felt like the world was quietly holding space for me.


🍁Then came the everyday rituals. Small, almost invisible to others. Arranging dried petals in my journal. Wearing soft kurtis, red lipstick, my favorite crochet hair accessories. I realized I didn’t need grand things to feel alive. These little habits became my prayer — my way of telling the universe: ✨ I choose joy, even in silence.


🍁For me, peace is more important than anything else. I’ve taught myself not to expect anything from others — because expectations often bring disappointment. I’ve shaped my heart gently, so that what others do or don’t do can no longer shake me. This self-reliance isn’t coldness; it’s calm. It’s protection. It’s freedom.

🍁I’ve built myself gently, brick by brick, with creativity as my foundation. And along the way, I made a silent promise to myself — never to depend emotionally on anyone. Because every time I gave someone the power to shape my mood, I felt myself disappear a little. And I deserve better. I deserve to be whole, not scattered across people who may or may not stay. I no longer chase. I no longer beg anyone to stay

🍁If someone wants to walk with me, I welcome them — but I never force. Because my creative world — filled with pressed flowers, aesthetic notebooks, soft music, and endless imagination — is my sanctuary. It’s where I breathe freely. And on the days when the world feels heavy, I remind myself: I have me. I have my art. I have my peace. 🌿 And that's more than enough. 🌿

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