Shalini writes with the tenderness of someone who’s truly lived joy in its quietest forms. Her words don’t shout they hum gently, reminding us that joy isn’t reserved for grand moments or perfect lives. It’s in the everyday: a hug, a phone call, a butterfly crossing your path. She sees joy not as a fleeting emotion, but as a healing force, something that lifts the soul and softens the edges of pain. There’s something deeply human in the way she describes joy not as happiness, but as a state beyond it, a kind of spiritual sweetness. Her reflections feel like a warm blanket on a cold day, comforting and deeply personal. It’s a reminder that joy is always around us, waiting to be noticed.
Shalini writes with the tenderness of someone who’s truly lived joy in its quietest forms. Her words don’t shout they hum gently, reminding us that joy isn’t reserved for grand moments or perfect lives. It’s in the everyday: a hug, a phone call, a butterfly crossing your path. She sees joy not as a fleeting emotion, but as a healing force, something that lifts the soul and softens the edges of pain. There’s something deeply human in the way she describes joy not as happiness, but as a state beyond it, a kind of spiritual sweetness. Her reflections feel like a warm blanket on a cold day, comforting and deeply personal. It’s a reminder that joy is always around us, waiting to be noticed.
Thank you Adriao
The truth that all are one holds me tightest, and you capture it so well here. <3
Thank you Stephanie. Always appreciate your beautiful words!
And yours!
Thank you Stephanie!