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We spend our lives weaving. Thread by thread, choice by choice… we build something we call life... careers to sustain us, relationships to hold us, identities to define us, and invisible worlds to be seen... Like a spider, we craft our web with purpose, with patience… with hope. And yet, somewhere along the way, we pause, only to realize we are no longer moving freely within it. The very threads meant to support us begin to cling. To tighten. To decide our direction before we do. There’s a strange irony in this existence, we become prisoners not of fate, but of our own design... The work we built for stability becomes a place we cannot leave. The people we loved for warmth become memories we cannot outgrow. The image we created for connection becomes a mask we cannot remove. And still… we keep weaving. Maybe the answer was never to destroy the web. Because without it, we would drift, slost, untethered. Maybe the secret is quieter than that. To know… which threads are meant to hold us, and which ones are slowly holding us back. To walk gently on the lines that give us life and stop feeding the ones that take it away. Because we are not just the ones who get trapped. We are still the weavers. And that… means we can choose what our web becomes...

life rarely finds a way to heal...

On a date

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— Law of Attraction

- “ Muhabbat jitni gehri hogi ussey mila dard bhi utna hi gehra hoga ”

— Sarah Brooke

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