Nandani Sarin
What once triggered a storm now sparks introspection and calm
No drama, no explanations, just a gentle but firm honoring of personal space
Time alone transforms into a space for restoration and clarity
Tears, laughter, grief, all are met with compassion rather than shame
Genuine joy replaces empty distractions, slowly but surely
There's no need to explain it, healing makes itself felt in the silence
Not to excuse the past, but to release its hold on the present