A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. May our paths will match again or may not be. May I wait for the encounter, or it won't happen. If our destiny matches again like years ago on the misted path. If we meet again on the same path under the Krishnochura tree, red flowers shedding; can I found you of that time after years, may will have to see through glass of tears, that you that purest, that young age. You were most beautiful, is it actually when you were nineteen, it is but also because I had the beautiful sight to see you at that time. Now it is years spent. What will you say, and what I will say, or I will have nothing to say. Today I think this, but it's not at all. Does it match, I thought before and now. That's why nature, I am telling you. I was alone before too. Though there were good chances. But today we are so far. He didn't match with what I felt. Is he a right person to say that. But that was the only thing I went through. That's why I am not sending the letter to him but you. Nature, have the letter and give me the essence back always. I won't tell him, who is not that for. May we meet, he may would understand, I wish or may I won't. It's the bright days in rainy season, it's an another autumn different from October's grandeur, it's a time to recall the spring of earlier. The time of signs of spring's next arrival. When at the beginning of autumn it's time to think that spring is coming again just after the winter after it. It is time of deep understanding I realized before. Then again the time will come. I lost a lot of time, didn't spend like before. I don't know what will happen in future. I know that nature will bring back to me again and again. The spring, the July. I wish I live again. Oh, nature read my letter, I am standing here, send your dried leaves to me. 🤍🍁🍂 To nature, Me, Thank you.

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. The leaves that fallen in August, The letters written in tunes of memories Sent to nature in the letterbox stood under Krishnochura tree; My mind, my mind - thoughts to hear, With sense of that tied to here For old long times. . . . . For Old beloved times My dear, For old beloved paths. I swear I won't forget yet, I On't lost love. I won't lost the path I walked, For old beloved times. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

Till the end of time I wish the burdens you hold will be less than the emotions you show.

Your presence feels like velvet heat, softly pulling me into your glow.

Animals don’t owe us companionship. They don’t exist for our entertainment. They aren’t “less than” because they can’t speak our language. Every cow, dog, bird, elephant, fish etc. experiences their own version of life - with fear, comfort, hunger, and love. The only difference is: we have the power to choose how we treat them. And that choice is the true measure of our humanity.

Sampurna 🥺, even after all this time, my heart still whispers your name. Five years of us wasn’t just love it was magic I still feel. You were my once in a lifetime. If your heart ever looks back, mine’s still here, quietly waiting, still loving you.

To someone I love, I don’t say it enough but I appreciate you more than words can capture. Your presence brings calm to my chaos, your smile brightens even my darkest days, and your love makes me believe in magic again. Thank you for the little things, the laughs, the quiet support when I need it most. Thank you for being you: kind, strong, silly, real.