The Lone Star I Speak To
Some people become memories.Some become silence.But a few become stars — staying above us, watching quietly through every lonely night.


Some people become memories.Some become silence.But a few become stars — staying above us, watching quietly through every lonely night.



My grandfather’s final tears were not just a farewell- they were his way of leaving a part of himself with me forver. And though 2:12am marked the end of his journey, it also marked the beginning of mine- to live carrying love, to honor his memory, and to keep him alive in everything I do.



My grandfather’s final tears were not just a farewell- they were his way of leaving a part of himself with me forver. And though 2:12am marked the end of his journey, it also marked the beginning of mine- to live carrying love, to honor his memory, and to keep him alive in everything I do.



Translation of 'The Ancient Redwood- LR. Devesh' to tamil (வலிமையுள்ள சிவப்பு மரம்) by LR. Devesh.



Your hand were my first map- tracing rivers of veins, mountains of knuckles, roads that led to stories, I'd never walk alone.



Hope all are doing good,
