Blue Butterfly

I wrote a poem — you heard it as scolding, Each tender word, your silence left unfolding. I sang a song — you thought I was screaming, But it was my soul, in melody dreaming. I longed to see you — you called me a spy, When all I sought was a glimpse, not a lie. I tried to speak — you heard me complain, But I only whispered your name through the pain. I reached with care — you pulled away, Mistaking my warmth for a storm in the way. I stood beside you — you felt me invade, When all I brought was light in your shade. I held my heart — you saw it as blame, Yet it beat for you, never seeking fame. I gave my truth — you thought it was war, But it was peace I had opened the door for. I stayed in silence — you called it pride, But I was swallowing storms deep inside. I smiled at you — you turned away, Missing the love I tried to convey. I waited in hope — you called it control, But it was patience carved from my soul. I dreamed of us — you called it a lie, While I built a future benea...

  A family celebrates with joy when a firstborn child is a boy. But there’s a deeper mystery—how does a boy become a man? Not by age, but by the evolution of his soul. Not through perspective, but through vision and purpose. In Hindu mythology, Lord Vishnu, the Preserver, took on ten avatars—each representing a unique phase of growth and character of a male Together, they mirror the journey of a boy evolving into a man. Matsya – Preservation of Life A boy learns to survive and protect himself—his first step toward manhood. Kurma – Stability He finds balance, becoming steady in mind and body. Varaha – Strength & Courage He gains the strength to face life fearlessly and protect what he values. Narasimha – Good over Evil He discovers morality—choosing what is right, even in chaos. Vamana – Humility He understands his worth without arrogance—growing with grace. Parashurama – Discipline & Morality He learns to stand firm in values, acting with responsibility. Rama – Duty...

In every journey of healing, there’s a moment we face the quiet—the darkness within us. This is not a place of fear, but of understanding. The dark isn’t always the enemy; sometimes, it’s the beginning. This is a story of transformation, of finding warmth after cold, of connection after solitude. A story where one thing stood in between—the door. Once, there was a room—a quiet, forgotten room— filled with emptiness and shadows. Dark lived there, alone. It had no strength to find the key that locked the only door. It had grown used to the emptiness. Strangely, the silence was calming. There was no need to search for truth— because in the dark, truth was hidden, and that was easier. But something within began to shift. Slowly, quietly, Dark started gaining strength— not from the world outside, but from the stillness it had long embraced. And then, in that silent moment of change, Dark felt something. A presence. A warmth that touched the corners of the cold room. It ...