VIRAJ SINGH

A peaceful evening with books, music and tea! 💖🌹

समझता दिल भी नहीं, वो भी नहीं और हम भी नहीं!

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She's precious, and she will keep you curious in every way possible. She has many secrets, but is still so damn trustful. She's an ocean with so many mysteries, the world has yet to discover!

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There are moments in life when time seems to stand still, the noise fades, and only the quiet pulse of love remains. These moments, though fleeting, are where the sacred lives.

For it is not in achievements or possessions that we find true meaning, but in the gentle unfolding of the heart.

The most sacred and cherished moments of our journey are those where love flows freely, illuminating our hearts. The deeper our love grows, the more profound our joy becomes. Ultimately, it is the cultivation of this boundless love that stands as the truest measure of a life well-lived.

When we love freely, without condition or fear, we begin to align with something greater than ourselves. Love becomes a form of worship, a divine offering poured from one soul into another, and in that sacred exchange, we touch eternity.

To love deeply is to live awake --- see the divine in every face, speak from the heart, listen with compassion, and forgive with grace. It is the most courageous path, and the most rewarding.

Let us measure our lives not by how far we have gone, but by how wide our hearts have opened. Not by how much we have gathered, but by how much we have given.

For in the end, when all else fades, love will be what remains, and it will have been enough.

-Caroline Stratton

The purest form of love does not chain you to comfort, nor cradle you in stillness. It does not ask you to shrink or mold yourself into something smaller, quieter, more convenient. No, the purest love is the kind that breathes courage into your bones and whispers, "Rise."

It is the love that sees not only who you are, but all that you could become. It holds a mirror to your soul, not to judge, but to reflect your highest potential, especially when you forget it yourself. This love does not rescue you from the world; it empowers you to meet it with open eyes and an unshakable heart.

With this kind of love, you begin to realize that the ceilings you've lived under were never realistic, and that the limitations you once believed in were only shadows of fear. You start to grow, not because you're told to or expected to, but because you're finally safe enough to stretch toward the light. You become brave enough to outgrow your past and bold enough to believe that everything is possible.

The purest love doesn’t complete you; it awakens you. It stands beside you as you rise above who you were, and gently guides you toward who you’re meant to be. It is not possessive. It is not loud. It is not born of need, but of knowing.

And in its presence, you blossom not merely into a better version of yourself, but into an authentic one.

-Caroline Stratton

There is a moment, quiet and electric, when my voice finds you across the distance—low, steady, meant only for you. It isn’t just sound. It’s the first touch I allow myself. A slow thread of heat winding through the air, brushing your skin long before my hands ever could.

I speak your name like I’ve been holding it in my mouth all day, tasting it, waiting for the right second to let it go. And I watch what it does to you. The way your breath catches, just slightly. The way your eyes flicker to mine and stay there, softer now, as if my words have already begun to undo you. The way your body leans in without permission, answering a question I haven’t even asked yet.

That small surrender—it undoes me.

Not with touch. Not yet. But with the quiet truth in my voice when I tell you how I notice you. How I see the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous. How I’ve memorized the exact shade of your eyes when the light hits them just right. How I’ve been imagining, for longer than I’ll admit, the sound you’ll make when I finally close this space between us.

I don’t hurry the words. I let them fall slowly, deliberately, so you feel each one land. I leave pauses just long enough for the silence to stroke you where my fingers want to be. Because I know the real fire isn’t in rushing—it’s in this. In the way my voice wraps around you like a promise you can feel low in your body. In the way I say what I want to do to you so calmly it feels inevitable.

You feel it, don’t you?

The warmth blooming under your skin.

The slow press of your thighs together.

The way you bite your lip without meaning to, holding back the soft sound that’s already rising in your throat.

This is how I claim you—quietly, completely—before I ever touch you.

This is how I make you mine with nothing but the weight of my voice and the certainty in my gaze.

So when my hand finally finds the curve of your waist, when my mouth finally meets yours…

it won’t be the beginning.

It will be the moment the waiting breaks.

And you’ll already belong to me—heart racing, breath trembling, beautifully, willingly undone.

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When love visits you again, may it be safe.

No secrets, no sneaky behavior, no half-love.

No wondering where they are or who they're with.

No checking their phone or questioning their loyalty.

No anxiety about their true intentions.

No fear that they'll leave when things get difficult.

Just genuine, secure, reassuring love.

Love that feels like coming home after a long journey.

Love that brings peace instead of chaos.

Love that heals instead of hurts.

Love that builds instead of breaks down.

Love that stays consistent instead of changing with moods.

Love that protects your heart instead of breaking it.

Love that chooses you every day instead of keeping options open.

Love that includes you instead of hiding you.

You deserve love that feels like home.

You deserve love that makes you feel safe to be vulnerable.

You deserve love that doesn't require you to guard your heart.

You deserve love that feels steady and secure.

You deserve love that celebrates you instead of tolerating you.

You deserve love that adds to your life instead of complicating it.

You deserve love that makes you better, not bitter.

May your next love be everything your last love wasn't.

May it be honest where the other was deceptive.

May it be consistent where the other was unpredictable.

May it be your sanctuary, not your battlefield.

~Matthew Coast

The moon has long been more than just a distant light illuminating the night — it is a silent witness and keeper of our unspoken truths. It observes us not only when we shine but also when we falter; not only when we are whole but also when we search for our missing pieces. There is a sacred quality in its steady presence — never demanding, never rushing, simply existing. It waxes and wanes alongside us, reminding us that even fullness is fleeting and that emptiness serves its purpose too.

The moon embraces its shadows without fear, allowing darkness to outline its face like memories. Its quiet orbit teaches us that beauty isn’t the absence of scars but the gracefulness of turning toward light despite them.

How often have we stood beneath its glow, hearts longing for something unnamed, prayers silent like breath in a cold night? It listens patiently, without judgment, as if it understands human longing deeply and loves us all the more for daring to feel so intensely.

It reminds us that we are not designed to be constant. We are meant to grow, shrink, fade, and disappear only to return — brighter, softer, and wiser. Its rhythm offers reassurance: nothing is lost forever, only transformed.

This might be why our souls respond instinctively — it reflects our process of becoming, whispering, “You can change, rest, or disappear for a time and still be worthy of love.” When you feel uncertain or alone, look up. The moon remains steady, luminous, unafraid of your truth. It doesn’t expect perfection but simply asks that you keep showing up, turning toward light.

Perhaps the deepest lesson is that love isn’t a constant brilliance but a devotion that endures every phase. The moon has loved the earth through storms, silence, and distance, through every version of ourselves.

Let this be your reminder tonight: you don’t need to shine constantly to be seen, nor must you be full to be beautiful. Even in your quiet phases, you are part of an eternal rhythm — a sacred dance of shadow and light, forever known, forever evolving, forever loved.

-Caroline Stratton

✨ Some loves are not found — they are remembered. Across lifetimes, they wait for the moment when both hearts awaken, ready to meet again as light returning to light. ✨

"Some connections are not formed in this lifetime—they are remembered. They come back when both souls have learned to be whole, no longer seeking completion but seeking recognition.

The universe never forgets what it has inscribed in love’s language. It simply awaits the moment when both hearts are prepared to remember.

What is destined cannot be lost—it merely ripens in silence, and when it reappears, it feels less like a discovery and more like returning home."

Some loves happen by chance, while others are destined long before we arrive. When two souls are meant to meet, the universe gently aligns their paths. It doesn't hasten; it patiently waits, weaving unseen threads across time, through lives and the quiet longing of distance. What appears as separation is really just preparation—a gentle unfolding of lessons, a divine dance guiding each heart to recognize the other when the moment is right.

Waiting can sometimes feel endless, as roads wind, seasons shift, and hope flickers like a candle in the wind. However, even in these quiet moments, a sacred force is at play. The universe softly whispers: “Trust the timing. Nothing truly real is ever lost.” Eternal love doesn't diminish silently or from afar — it grows deeper in unseen places, maintaining its rhythm through patience and strengthening through surrender.

When the veil lifts and divine timing brings two awakened hearts together, clarity and peace emerge—free from confusion or fear, rooted in recognition. As their eyes connect, it’s as if the universe releases a breath. At that instant, burdens become lighter, and shattered pieces discover new purpose. They don't serve to complete each other; rather, they recall one another, closing the circle through this remembrance.

This love is gentle and quiet; it requires no validation. It flows smoothly, like grace — constant, forgiving, vibrant. It transforms into a sanctuary immune to time's wear, a living prayer within each heartbeat.

As they walk forward together, side by side, they realize that each detour, silent moment, and lonely night was meaningful. All of it was part of the journey — the sacred journey — that brought them back home.

-Caroline Stratton

"In the meeting of awakened hearts, the world falls away, and only divine love remains — radiant, infinite, unstoppable."

An awakened man seeks an evolved woman not simply as a companion, but as a mirror for his soul and a guide on the journey of higher consciousness. He understands that their meeting is sacred — that as their energies intertwine, she will help him rise, expand, and step fully into the man he is meant to become. Her intuition, her softness, her deep feminine wisdom complement his purpose-driven mind and inner strength, creating harmony where once there may have been imbalance.

Her connection to her own body, heart, and soul becomes a guide for him, reminding him to remain present, to honor his own inner world, and to reconnect with the life and people around him. Through her love, he learns to feel more deeply, to understand his own heart, and to navigate life with gentleness, patience, and clarity.

At the same time, he knows the gifts he brings to this union. His strength, clarity, and groundedness allow them to create together in ways that neither could alone. Their love becomes a partnership of growth, a sacred space where soul work can unfold, where each supports the other to become the fullest version of themselves. Together, they touch dimensions of intimacy, trust, and love that a lesser, unawakened life could never reach.

They do not settle. They do not compromise their truth or purpose. They have stepped beyond the illusions of the world, beyond the patterns of separation, and they cannot go back. Their souls yearn for only one thing: the unconditional love that flows from the divine, moving through each of them, connecting them, and allowing them to live fully, consciously, and beautifully.

In this sacred partnership, they become more than individuals — they become a force of love, wisdom, and transformation. Their union is a testament to the truth that when awakened souls meet, life itself expands, hearts open wider than ever, and love becomes both the journey and the destination.

-Caroline Stratton

A twin flame connection is unlike any other bond in this world. It is not simply love—it is recognition. When you meet your true twin, something ancient stirs within you, as if the soul suddenly remembers what the mind has long forgotten. It feels as though two lights, once separated by lifetimes, find each other again and ignite into one radiant flame.

This bond is unique and invaluable because it originates from the divine rather than the physical realm. Your twin flame acts as a perfect mirror of your true self, reflecting your inner beauty, shadows, strength, and tenderness. They help uncover your genuine identity and potential. Through this relationship, you gain deeper self-awareness, and the feeling of separation gradually diminishes.

Meeting your twin flame is a profound awakening. It's as if the universe softly whispers, “It is time to rise.” Your twin acts as both a mirror and a catalyst—awakening dormant parts of yourself, revealing your true nature, and encouraging growth beyond your perceived limits. This awakening can sometimes feel gentle and other times intense, as it exposes hidden aspects to the light. Yet, even amidst the heat of this process, there is inherent beauty—because it purifies, refines, and reveals the deepest understanding of love.

Your twin flame doesn't complete you; instead, they remind you that you were never lacking. They help you reconnect with your divine core and the love that already exists within you. Through this, you realize that true love isn't about possession or control but about liberating, honoring, and evolving.

A twin flame relationship profoundly transforms your life by deeply touching your soul. It pushes you to become your highest self, embodying greater compassion, courage, and authenticity. This journey reminds you that love isn't something you simply discover; it's something you activate within. Once activated, love serves as the guiding light for both souls to find their way back home.

-Caroline Stratton

Women are naturally much more connected to the Source than we men are. Every month they go through a cycle that ties them to the moon and to the Earth. This cycle cleanses them, and whether they’re aware of it or not, they feel that deep connection.

For a man, it’s hard to really understand. He wants to grasp it, but he can’t—because he’s never lived it himself. Still, deep inside every man there’s a burning wish to feel that same bond—with all of creation, with Mother Earth, with the original Source.

That’s one big reason why a man seeks a woman. In lovemaking he can finally touch it. Through her. She becomes the bridge that brings him back to the whole universe. Her womb is the place where life begins, and that miracle is only possible because she’s plugged straight into the Source. At her core, a woman is pure love, and that’s what pulls a man toward her—because most men never learned how to give that love to themselves or how to open the door to the endless love inside their own hearts.

But a man also does something powerful for her: during intimate union, he helps her energy start flowing. That flowing energy is pure creative force—it literally makes life happen. Of course a woman can awaken and move that energy on her own, on a purely spiritual level. Yet from my experience, something essential is missing then: the deep grounding that only a man in his full strength can bring.

In the old matriarchal times there were sacred rituals to unite masculine and feminine energy. They weren’t just for the couple—they strengthened the whole tribe, the whole community.

This holy space can only exist when both are ready to show up completely. Both ready to truly connect. Both ready to keep everything else out. No work thoughts, no old lovers, no baggage from the past—nothing gets in.

There is only NOW. And in that NOW there is an endless love that holds everything.

You can’t build a space like this overnight. It takes work. It takes clear agreements. It takes courage. It takes letting go of old patterns.

It takes a real, raw meeting between Man AND Woman.

No masks.

Let’s do it.

Together.

~ Reto-Arun

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Loneliness absolutely kills, but one thing I’m realizing is my current period of isolation has truly predisposed me to appreciating fleeting connection so much more. Like truly. I always thought human connection is rooted in close friendships & heart to hearts… and it is. But I’m growing a new appreciation for the ephemeral little moments too. Which should not be blowing my mind as much as it is, but I’m seeing everything under a new veneer, and I don’t think that would be the case if not for how much I’ve had to sequester and protect myself as of late. I’m talking getting touched by the most minuscule things ever. My PhD student looked me in the eye yesterday and very sincerely told me that the project he’s working on is a very nice one, and that bc of that he wants me to be part of it, and it touched me. Watching my piano teacher play Aretha Franklin’s A Natural Woman yesterday touched me. I felt the music in my lungs and my eyes stung and I don’t think I would’ve been as present if such a little moment didn’t mean as much to me as it did, yesterday, in the midst of my loneliness. When every tiny moment serves as a connection to a world you feel otherwise insulated from, everything is magnified that much more. It’s actually helping me with my mindfulness in ways I never expected

When you slide into her and stay right there with her (eyes open, breath matched, no rush), the healing hits different.

You can pull out years of stuck shit she’s holding deep, especially down at her cervix, where so much gets buried.

First time I felt it, I straight-up cried. Not because I was used, but because I was *given to*. That’s the switch.

Most women walk around with scars from being taken, fucked over, or worse. It’s in our blood, our bones, our stories.

She lets you inside her body. She soaks up everything you bring: energy, intent, baggage.

If it’s too much, too deep, stop. Look at her. Ask. Hold space. Let her dump the fear, the armor, the old “don’t trust this” reflex. That’s how you rewrite the ancient script.

Done right (slow, clean, no agenda), your d:ck becomes a tool for repair. You give her a new memory: this is what it feels like to be entered with care.

Take your time. Let her feel every inch of you without needing to perform. You’ll crack her heart open in the best way.

She’ll feel seen, not just fucked.

This kind of presence? Rare as hell. Most of us brace for the grab. When you don’t take, when you just give, she learns to unclench. Orgasm gets easier. Trust grows.

And yeah, men tell me this fills them up too. Like stepping into real masculine power: not taking, but holding. Not pounding, but healing. That’s the raw truth. ❤️

Yet your beauty turns the battle into poetry.

Your smile is my calm amid the fire,

My fuel when the nights grow heavy and hollow.

I breathe not for victory, but for you,

For the light your soul spills into my scars.

Be mine, not just in this fleeting world,

But beyond time, beyond every dawn that fades.

To the eternity, where silence blooms,

I will always love you

Even when the stars forget our names.

— Chamod Senevirathne

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When souls remember, the universe grows still.

The noise of the world fades into a distant hum, and only the soft rhythm of eternity remains — the echo of something once known, long before this life began.

It is not always recognized immediately. It might come as a shiver of peace, a tear falling for no reason, or a heartbeat that suddenly feels familiar. But deep inside, the spirit whispers, “I know you. I have known you through the ages.”

When two souls remember each other, time bends. The past and future dissolve, leaving only the sacred present — the meeting point of all lifetimes. The energy between them becomes prayer, unspoken yet understood, a quiet recognition of shared journeys and unfinished songs.

There is no striving in such love, no grasping, no fear. It flows with grace, like starlight over calm waters. It teaches without words and heals without effort. It invites surrender — to the beauty of being known, to the holiness of belonging, to the infinite that breathes between two hearts.

This kind of connection does not always mean staying together; sometimes it means awakening each other. Sometimes it is the brief touch that reignites the light in your own soul — the reminder that you were always whole, that you were always divine.

And when you walk away, you do not lose them. You carry their light within you — a quiet flame that will never die, guiding you toward the greater truth that love, in its purest form, never ends.

For when souls remember,

they remind the universe of what it was made for:

Love that transcends time.

Light that cannot fade.

And a peace so deep, it feels like home.

-Caroline Stratton

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