Stroke by stroke, she painted a dream. It took ages of self-discovery to complete the picture.
It featured the hues of her soul. Mixing colours on the palette took considerable effort to create the right shade. The tints of experience, dreams and space for herself turned out to be a striking combination.
It was an audacious and seemingly cruel remark, but someone said,
“Keep space for floods where you designed a pool and hydration to survive a drought. You will never lose a battle again.”
She wept at first, but the truth seeped into her consciousness slowly.
He was right.
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Interesting metaphor, Reena.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome.
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Very good take
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Thanks again. 😊
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Lovely writing and an enjoyable read. Thank you.
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Thank you, James!
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A beautiful piece of writing, and sometimes when those flood gates open, they help release and wash away the mud which has laid dormant for so long.
Emotions of Truth ebb and flow like the tides, but water.. always finds it’s own level to settle…. And all storms subside to bring sunnier skies..
Wishing you a very Happy New Year Reena ✨🙏
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Loved your poetic and insightful comment. Happy New Year to you too ❤️❤️
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Thank you and Enjoy 2025 with all its shades xx ❤
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And, of course, a high place to survive the floods
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Absolutely 🙂 We need those places to survive onslaughts of all kinds.
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