Missing the Ones Who Faded Like Smoke

[Wednesday]

Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.

Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.

If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.

Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.

— Wednesday
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[ReddyGari ammai]

Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.

Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.

If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.

Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.

— Wednesday
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There are some words that don’t just touch the heart they breathe into your soul… and this was one of them.
Every line felt like a mirror held up to my own memories the pain, the peace, the silence, everything.
It’s strange how a few words can make you feel seen… like someone quietly walked through the rooms of your heart and wrote down what they found.
I didn’t just read this I felt it.
It’s not just a post; it’s a piece of someone’s soul, and somehow, it found its way to mine. ️ ️ ️ ️ ️

(That's why called u ...."my soul")​

 

[Indrajith]

Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.

Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.

If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.

Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.

— Wednesday
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[Wednesday]

There are some words that don’t just touch the heart they breathe into your soul… and this was one of them.
Every line felt like a mirror held up to my own memories the pain, the peace, the silence, everything.
It’s strange how a few words can make you feel seen… like someone quietly walked through the rooms of your heart and wrote down what they found.
I didn’t just read this I felt it.
It’s not just a post; it’s a piece of someone’s soul, and somehow, it found its way to mine. ️ ️ ️ ️ ️

(That's why called u ...."my soul")​

Awww my sweetest soul….
I’ve always found beauty in silence — in the spaces where words can’t reach. But then, sometimes, someone writes something that does reach. Yours felt like that… like quiet hands opening a door I’d forgotten existed.
It’s unsettling in the best way — when someone’s soul speaks a language yours understands without needing translation.

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[Wednesday]

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Handsome uh nega vanish aana soluren

 

[Indrajith]

Handsome uh nega vanish aana soluren

Apo enakaaga post poduvaaa..??

 

[Indrajith]

Under age content ithu handsone uh delete it

Ada raamaa Wednesday Adams under age aaaa..

 

[Wednesday]

Ada raamaa Wednesday Adams under age aaaa..
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Ama na athan addams pic vaikala

 

[Indrajith]

Ama na athan addams pic vaikala

Thelivaaaa thaan erukaaa gorgeous neee

 

[Wednesday]

Apo enakaaga post poduvaaa..??
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Poduven handsome uh

 

[Indrajith]

Poduven handsome uh

 

[Anshhi]

Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.

Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.

If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.

Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.

— Wednesday
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This kind of calm, nonchalant attitude is rare these days. Your post gave me a kind of peace of mind.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[Wednesday]

This kind of calm, nonchalant attitude is rare these days. Your post gave me a kind of peace of mind.

Awesome Intelligence™​

That means a lot to me, thank you. I’m really glad it brought you a bit of peace

 

[RedFlag]

Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.

It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.

Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.

If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.

Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.

— Wednesday
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Hope they ll come back...

 

[Wednesday]

Hope they ll come back...

I really hope so too… sometimes good things find their way back.

 

[Drofhrts]

Namakum intha thread ku sambantham ila
Nama apdiyee kelambuvom

 

[Wednesday]

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Namakum intha thread ku sambantham ila
Nama apdiyee kelambuvom

Hearts uh nega vanish aagala inum

 

[Drofhrts]

Hearts uh nega vanish aagala inum

Oh ena vanish pana vaikura plan vera iruka
Usara irukanum pola

 

[Wednesday]

Oh ena vanish pana vaikura plan vera iruka
Usara irukanum pola

Definitely NO

 

[Drofhrts]

Definitely NO

Nambalana venama oru confusions of India va irukee