Dreamy Diaries Saha

Here’s a little poem, a dedication, and a heart full of gratitude -To Mayaakatha, To Meera Ma’am. And to everyone who made this story possible. ACROSTIC POEM - MAYAAKATHA M aking stories bloom beautifully, A mid thoughts and dreams, seeds were sown, Y earning minds found a space to grow and own. A place where words began to shine brightly. A gentle nudge, a spark, a guiding light, K indness woven into writings with might . A rt met intention, skill met soul, T ales found meaning, making us whole. H eld by a mentor who sees beyond the page A nd reminds us how our words carry power. ~ Saha With love and gratitude, Sasmitha Mary V

Have you ever stopped to realize how lucky you are - just to Live? I have.  I still remember a moment that changed something in me, I saw a little girl by the roadside, no older than seven, selling ₹20 coloring books. At that age, I was in school, holding coloring pencils in a classroom, NOT selling them under the sun. That was the moment I realized how different life could be for many people out there, and how deeply blessed I’ve been to receive education, safety, and comfort without having to fight for it. And that’s why I’m here to share with you one simple, life-changing truth: Gratefulness is the most powerful mantra we often forget. We spend so much of our time thinking about what we don’t have. But the truth is, the things we take for granted are often someone else’s desperate prayers. For Example: You may complain about not having an air conditioner, but take a moment and look around. You have a Roof over your head, while many sleep on streets or in slums. You might push y...

Hello my dear readers here's a reminder to Cherish the innocence within ourselves   ♡, Cherish the Child Within Us Oh, what a blessing it is... To be a child - with pure innocence, unreasonable stupidity and wild imagination The pure bliss of living in the present,  The forgetful heart that forgives  easily, Especially when wrapped in the warmth of kind souls. I wish for people to not lose The precious child-like essence at their heart, The part that keeps them alive, That makes them smile, Smiling for silly things doesn't kill,   But overthinking surely does. - SAHA