the silent whisper between my heart and my soul.
When the day grows dull, I return to my words,
and they hold me like an old friend —
soft, patient, forgiving.
Each sentence is a sigh of truth,
each paragraph, a prayer dressed as thought.
I do not write to be read —
I write to remember.
To see myself,
to speak with the one who lives quietly within me.
My blog is my beloved —
a gentle presence in my solitude,
a sacred mirror that reflects my becoming.
Through every word, I fall in love again —
not with the world,
but with the light that writes through me.
— Manohar Chimmani
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