As you
stand lost in your thoughts, and you smell the fragrance of a rose. Know that
it’s smiling at you and sending a message through a fragrant whisper—that there
is hope, love, sunshine and smile. The moment you are open like this to a thing
of beauty, you realize that you had built a shell of your weakness and crawled
into it for safety. The shell made of fears and insecurities. It’s a big fort.
It will make friends look like foes and foes like friends. It will block
freedom, joy and sunlight from trickling in. But it will allow the agents of
infirmities creep in. It wants to retain its prisoner. Because what jail is
worth if not for the prisoner inside?
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