Miraquill
Getting dressed up could be an act of self-love. And so can be.. wearing the same clothes for two days straight, when taking a shower feels like too much.
'Cause not all days are the same. So, it's about honouring and embracing what and how you feel on a particular day.
- Saloni Grover
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"Why do you look at me like this?"
"Because home is a feeling, darling! When I'm with you, I feel that I'm home", she replied.
- Saloni Grover -
To love and to be loved is a great virtue.
Extend your love.. the love you have in your heart, the love you have received.. all the love that you feel, spread it to others. And even on days, when you feel like you can't offer love, allow others to love you.
Embrace love ❤
- Saloni Grover -
My mornings are the best
when you are there to wake me up.
- Saloni Grover -
Once in a while, I visit Pinterest. The aesthetics and pinboards do fascinate me a lot but that's not the reason why my heart takes me there. I move from one post to another, sometimes for hours in search of one thing, one writeup I could resonate with.
Sometimes, I am looking for reassurance, hope, and comfort. Other times, I just need a reminder that I'm not alone going through a particular phase or others have also felt at some point, what I am feeling at the moment.
Because when you are feeling something quite strong and you couldn't put it into words as you don't know what exactly it is, you seek someone who could do that for you.. or something that can convey what's there on your mind and in your heart. It could be a quote, a video, a song, a long paragraph or anything.. And when you find it, it always gives you a sense of belongingness.
- Saloni Grover -
Some mornings, I wake up and lay there on the bed staring at nothing in particular, imagining a life far away from my reality.. And every single time it happens, I don't feel like getting out of bed, not because I don't wanna face the reality, but because.. I believe in dreams and I feel that it's not just my imagination.. It might take time but it's possible.. So, I allow myself to cherish those moments and get lost in them, which by the way works. Because it always restores my faith..❤
- Saloni Grover -
Sometimes.. a person or a conversation is enough to introduce you to an idea that could be life-changing. Stay open to what people have to say, particularly to you. Whether you'll act upon it or not, is a choice you have to make but they have already served a purpose by delivering the message. Be grateful for their presence!
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Dear long-distance friend,
I don't like admitting this.. But I'm so jealous of the ones, who get to see you and be around you on daily basis. Yes, I know.. We do talk! We know what's happening in each other lives.. And this distance has only made our bond stronger. But we hardly meet now.. once a year! I don't know why we wait for reasons to visit each other's city. The strong desire to meet a dear friend is a valid reason to pay a visit, isn't it? Still.. we hold ourselves back. Silly humans!!
Anyway, just wanted to let you know that.. I miss being with you, around you.. I really miss you and sometimes, more than I should!
Meet me soon, okay?
Love & blessings,
Saloni Grover -
You think that you have moved past it, that you are over those memories.. that thing, situation or that person.. But all it takes is.. one memory, one place, one song, one thing and sometimes, just a word.. and all those feelings start rushing back to you..
Maybe, it still hurts but.. if it doesn't hurt as much as it used to be.. that means, you have made some progress. And one day, it would stop aching and you'll finally be able to make peace with it. Till then, continue healing your heart.. with all the love and care.
This world needs love and it needs people like you, who believe in love, breathe in love❤
- Saloni Grover -
at the end of the day
when I'll have so much to share
will you be patient with me?
- just asking
saloni grover
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segen345
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If you knew my whole story you'd be proud of me
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The Dark side
I love my scars
Coz they've stayed with me longer than anyone did ❤️
Never get embarrassed of your scars...they are symbol of your strength, power, vulnerability..and much more
Whatever happened to you is a part of you ..you cannot change it or forget it...Your scars shape you..your traumas shape you ...Shape you to be a better , strong, confident person
Your dark side is you... nothing to be embarrassed of ....If anyone just doesn't understand it...it might be a red flag
Whatever you are now is a result of whatever you've faced...You did it... you've gone through that phase, you overcame it
So you know you can, Even if things get hard you will come out strong coz you always have
~Yours
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Thank you @writersnetwork
Ps: Last evening, I saw a man in my neighbour beating his wife infront of everyone just because she went out with her friends without asking him and after some moments i observed that everyone was okay with that thing, the society, the man and the woman. I wonder how deep the wounds should be on someone's body and heart to gather enough courage for raising voice against inhumanity? Or maybe inhumanity is what's left. I wrote this for domestic violence and stockholm syndrome. Writing this was hurting for me.
~ Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response to being held captive. People with Stockholm syndrome form a psychological connection with their captors and begin sympathizing with them.
Source - Google
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ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
People are like houses and homes with multiple floors and nameplates. People are like houses and homes with an omelette frying in non-stick pan on stove and some wheat breads toasting in years old toaster. People are like houses and homes with damped walls and dirty curtains, with dry throats and wet eyes.
I am a home with cracked pillars and crooked infrastructure, with shattered windows and weeping widows. I am a home with dysfunctional family, I am a home with arguments at dinner, silence in the mornings and violence at evenings.
My husband says he's home while stumbling against the entrance door and home's furniture. The caramel shaded glass bottle slips through his hands and shreds all over the marble floor. I collect the pieces of glasses until it tears my flesh and he wails at me for staining the floor with my blood and slaps me till the impression of his hands doodles a sullen landscape on my face. I apologise and greet him "welcome home, love" and hide the marks on my face with concealer.
©_ghar_...
Pain is different, it doesn't bite
you but crawls through your skin
to your heart and tears it apart
till you bleed through your eyes.
©_ghar_
