What if we dared to be happy?

Mon, 02 Sep 2024 11:33:08 +0000

The sun hung low over Tulsipur, casting a golden glow across the fields that stretched toward the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of blooming marigolds, their vibrant orange petals dancing in the gentle breeze. As I leaned against the cool stone wall of my father’s courtyard, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the world pressing against my chest.