Alex Never Dies!
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Alex Never Dies!
And, every flower blooms in its own time.
A new year doesn't change us instantly.
Even the brain needs time to adapt
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WASTED! 03/01/2026

let failures exist in my life, cuz it is how it started
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Growth without nourishment becomes exhaustion;
healing isn't learning to need less, but allowing care to exist.
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My eyes flooded by listening this poem— don't know why 🤷🏼‍♂️
Maybe, a part of me is still waiting, tiredly
Or maybe my heart values it more than anything.

but anyway, this is what reassurance in relational love feels if the words act as a mirror.

'तू बारंबार रूठे मुझसे,
मैं बारंबार मनाऊँगी,
तू मान के चाहे गले लगा,
तू ना मान "तो भी जानाँ मैं तेरी ही।"'

ये दिल इश्क़ में चूर है,
तू मुझ पे थोड़ी लगाम लगा,
मैं ठीक रहूँ तो गनीमत है,
जो पागल हो जाऊँ "तो भी जानाँ मैं तेरी ही।"

अब आखिर में बस यूँ कहूँ, कि ये दिल सदा से तेरा था, तू ले ले चाहे जाँ मेरी, मैं ज़िंदा थी तो तेरी थी, मैं मर के भी जानाँ तेरी ही।


also I've noticed something over time:
whenever I witness a woman in devotional love,
it feels like a different kind of strength —
quiet, grounding, unshakeable.

It's as if I'm watching the power of love itself,
not loud, not forceful,
just deeply present.

I don't know if I'm articulating it perfectly,
but it feels real.
Especially when reassurance comes in a feminine voice —
it lands differently.
It doesn't just comfort the mind,
it steadies the body.
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“He who can listen to the music in the midst of noise can achieve great things.”

— Vikram Sarabhai


Success needs calm focus and the ability to spot opportunity where others see only chaos.
this song is for the self #forFutureSelf
self de l'amour brings peace 🙂‍↔️
sab bhagwan bharose #Programming
3.8°C 🥶
jakhm bhi sukh gya aye musafir, kab karoge iska ilaaj?
Without witnesses, identity destabilizes.


The mind asks: “Am I real?”

The soul asks: “Do I matter?”

The body does not argue.
It freezes.

That is why people swing between —
grand inner vision
and crushing doubt.

Not because the vision is fake.
But because it has no relational ground yet.

Being seen is not vanity.
It is regulation.
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L-L-L-L-Laugh. Because adultin' is hard af.
No one has played basketball with me.
Not even I am allowed to play with someone
else.
I am all alone on its court.