Prashant, I received your fruits and flowers on a Wednesday morning. They are still fresh and beautiful. Your words, still warm, still warm.
I wish you days that are less painful and easier going. I hope you are able to laugh without the hurt. I hope words come easy to you. I hope words hold you and caress you even on days when you feel there's nothing left. I hope you always find the shelter of poems, people, and prayers.
Stay a bit longer, the trees are paving a way for you, the sun hiding behind the trees wants to look at you. ☀️🌻
your writing always feels like it's come from your core being.
Sending love and easy laughter 🫶🏻
Prashant, I received your fruits and flowers on a Wednesday morning. They are still fresh and beautiful. Your words, still warm, still warm.
I wish you days that are less painful and easier going. I hope you are able to laugh without the hurt. I hope words come easy to you. I hope words hold you and caress you even on days when you feel there's nothing left. I hope you always find the shelter of poems, people, and prayers.
Stay a bit longer, the trees are paving a way for you, the sun hiding behind the trees wants to look at you. ☀️🌻
wishing for all the love, laughter, and healing to you. You and your writing will make a beautiful place in this whole wide world.
Beautiful ✨❤️