A Call Through the Night Longing has its own language. Sometimes nature sings it, and sometimes the heart does. 🌙 song of cicadas in the silent hours of night listen to my heart Welfare unto all Rab rakha
The Light I carry The festivities may have faded, and the fireworks may have fallen silent, but the golden glow of Diwali lingers within us. Some lights are too precious to fade; we carry them quietly in our hearts. 🪔✨ the leftover celebrations scattered fireworks festival lingers in the air the golden light of lamps I carry in my heart Welfare unto all Rab rakha