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White In the quiet whispers of the dawn, As sunlight filters through the trees, In the gentle rustle of the breeze, Lie the treasures that we seize. A warm smile from a stranger's face, The soft patter of morning rain, A cup of tea in a cozy place, Are the joys that ease our pain. The laughter shared with dearest friends, A book that takes us far away, The time we spend, the love we send, These moments paint our everyday. In the glow of stars on a clear night, The melody of a favorite song, In every hug that feels just right, Are the things that make us strong. Life's greatest gifts aren't grand or loud, They're often found in subtle ways, In the small, the sweet, the unavowed, In the calm of simple days. So cherish each soft fleeting grace, The little things that make us whole, For in these moments, we embrace, The quiet joy that feeds the soul. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Sad_Status Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White In the quiet whispers of the dawn, As sunlight filters through the trees, In the gentle rustle of the breeze, Lie the treasures that we seize. A warm smile from a stranger's face, The soft patter of morning rain, A cup of tea in a cozy place, Are the joys that ease our pain. The laughter shared with dearest friends, A book that takes us far away, The time we spend, the love we send, These moments paint our everyday. In the glow of stars on a clear night, The melody of a favorite song, In every hug that feels just right, Are the things that make us strong. Life's greatest gifts aren't grand or loud, They're often found in subtle ways, In the small, the sweet, the unavowed, In the calm of simple days. So cherish each soft fleeting grace, The little things that make us whole, For in these moments, we embrace, The quiet joy that feeds the soul. ©indefinite_mirage yes #Sad_Status Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories