Tag: love

• If I Were a Tree

  

  If I were a tree,I would stand stilland observe the world. I would breathe in opposite of man in the morning,while resting like man at night. Truly, a wonder how I support a manto continue living on this planet that we both cherish. I would watch as my leaves bloom in spring, summer,change colors in…

  memajuve

  May 11, 2025

  stories

  consciousness, fiction, love, nature, poem, short-story, writing

• I bloom a beautiful flower!

  

  Nature waits for no oneNor does it do things in a hurry.There is a process you see—an invisible process that gets things done.How can I, human, be similar to thisbeautiful nature and planet?How can I flow like a river,slowly, gently towards its destination,without a worry of how it becomesthe sea, ocean or a bigger pond.Water…

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  May 2, 2025

  stories

  consciousness, fiction, love, writing

• There is Still Time

  Mayumi sat in her modest kitchen in the early morning light, a half-drunk cup of green tea warming her hands. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound accompanying her thoughts. Two photographs were tucked into the corner of the refrigerator door, held up by a cherry blossom magnet—one slightly curled at the edges,…

  memajuve

  April 18, 2025

  stories

  fantasy, fiction, love, romance, short-story, writing

• The Warmth That Visits

  Finding intelligence that’s calming, soothing.Sometimes intelligence may feel like waves crashing on a rock.But most of the time, intelligence is peace.Peace, tranquility, joy. Can you give me serenity, intelligence? I pray for it.I pray you will allow gentleness to flow through me.Kindness. Compassion. Humility. Confidence. Joy. Life is intelligence in motion.We might wonder, where is…

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  April 14, 2025

  Philosophy

  consciousness, family, life, love, poetry, spirituality, writing

• Scene 8: “Letters in the Moonlight”

  The late evening light cast a soft glow across her room. Masti sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop balanced on a cushion. Her heart was pounding—not from nerves, but from something far rarer: purpose. The blog was ready. She’d chosen a clean, simple layout. Pale lavender accents, moon and stars in the banner. The title…

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  April 7, 2025

  Masti’s Story, stories

  books, fiction, love, short-story, writing

• Scene 3: “Two Pages and a Phone Call”

  The soft whirr of her fan was the only sound in the room. Masti pulled out her leather-bound journal, the one she used when her mind felt like too many tabs open at once. She flipped past old lists and quotes, finding a clean page. Her pen hovered. Then, slowly, the ink began to flow:…

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  April 7, 2025

  Masti’s Story, stories

  family, fiction, india, love, writing

• “Visions of Buddha”

  Setting: A bustling Indian village, filled with vibrant colors and the sounds of daily life. Our main character, Priya, is a thoughtful and curious 16-year-old girl who encounters Buddha in moments of solitude and reflection. Scene 1: At the Village Well (Priya is seen drawing water from the village well early in the morning. The…

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  July 7, 2024

  Philosophy, stories

  buddhism, family, fiction, love, short-story