“Love is not holding, but nurturing.”

 In the ocean of the world, I was drowning, lost in the chaos of my inner self. Then, Sandhya entered my life, not as a lifeboat, but as the sun that dried the stormy waves. She made me want to be better—not for her, but because she showed me what I could be.


One day, she brought me flowers. I placed them on my desk, their vibrant colors a reminder of our love. But as the days passed, the petals faded, and my heart grew heavy. Would our love fade too, like these flowers?


When I shared my fear, Sandhya smiled and said, 'Why are you afraid? I’m not just giving you flowers. I’m creating a garden—a garden where every bloom tells our story.'


She told me how the rose cried when she plucked it. The flower asked her, 'Why do you divide my body and soul?' And she answered, 'Dear rose, if I don’t pluck you, my heart will remain divided. I’m introducing you to a soul who will ignite your beauty like the sun, ensuring the world sees you in all your glory.'


As she kissed the flower, I realized that love isn’t about holding on to beauty but nurturing it, sharing it, and letting it grow beyond yourself. Together, we weren’t just creating a relationship—we were creating a universe.



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