And in the end, We Become Stories

As we go through life, we make countless memories happy, sad, funny, and meaningful ones. But have you ever stopped to think about what happens to all of these moments after we’re gone? The truth is, in the end, we don’t last forever. Instead, we become stories and memories for the people we leave behind.

When we pass away, we won’t be around to see how others remember us. However, the people who love us will carry pieces of us with them. They’ll tell stories about the fun times they had with us, the things we taught them, and the love we shared. These memories are how we live on in the hearts and minds of others.

Think of your own family or friends. Maybe there’s a story your parents or grandparents always tell about you when you were younger. Or perhaps you remember something kind someone did for you, and that memory makes you smile. These stories keep us alive in a way, even when we're not physically present.

So, what does this mean for how we should live? It reminds us that every moment we share with others is precious. The kindness we show, the laughter we create, and the love we spread become part of our legacy the stories that others will tell long after we are gone.

In the end, we may not be here forever, but the memories we leave behind can keep us alive in the hearts of others for many years to come. And that’s a beautiful thing.

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The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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