You were never the storm.. just caught in the rain. Let it pass, and find yourself again.
I am the Sea. And all the rain finally reaches me.
You were never the storm.. just caught in the rain. Let it pass, and find yourself again.
Once chain smoker asked Doctor I cant leave smoking . Dr. said , you are holding the pillar. Just spread your both hands and you are free from holding pillar.![]()

Check again . By mistake you are spreading to call her back instead of leaving her.I also spread my both hands. You didn't see it in the picture? But nothing is happening.
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Check again . By mistake you are spreading to call her back instead of leaving her.![]()

Need to focus on something else if you dont want the memories to keep pouring on you. The art of letting go is also beautiful…
It is very deeply written... Heartbreaking but so beautifully expressed Hope you find your peace soon...
Rain stops
Storms pass
Memories fade
Life goes on!
Reminds me of..!
Sathiyama Enaku Nee venda ..!
Kandipa Enaku Nan venum….!!
Onnu Enna kandupidichu kodu
Ila Romba simple Unna Enaku kodu
Ila thavayusenju oru gun eduthu ena sudu..!
The beats on..!
Looks like someone needs a memory detox....
Maybe clear the sky first and keep the umbrella ready. ️![]()
When the memories of love turn from a shelter into a storm, the yearning to reclaim oneself becomes the greatest truth.
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Yeahh..sometimes, finding yourself again means accepting that not everyone is meant to stay. Memories may remain, but your peace matters too. Letting go isn't always about stopping love; sometimes, it's about learning to love yourself again.
Sometimes, I wish the sky of my memories would clear, even just for a while. Because these days, under the endless rain of your memories, I feel like I am slowly losing myself.
Once, your love was a gentle rain that brought peace and warmth to my heart. But today, that same rain has turned into a storm strong enough to pull me out by my roots. Every drop still carries your scent, your voice, and everything that once felt like home. And every time it rains, it is a little piece of me that gets washed away.
I want myself back…
The person I was before I knew you.
The person who belonged only to me.
So, with a heart that hurts just saying these words, let me ask you one last thing…
If you could stop raining over me…
if you could quietly step out of the sky of my life and never come back…
maybe, just maybe, I could finally find my way back to myself.
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Yeahh..sometimes, finding yourself again means accepting that not everyone is meant to stay. Memories may remain, but your peace matters too. Letting go isn't always about stopping love; sometimes, it's about learning to love yourself again