Whispers and Prayers
Writing from any source, no matter how much I pour onto the page, always feels like a mere whisper of what I wish to express. Thus, I begin this prose from an unexpected source, much like the sudden spark that ignited our shared journey. The realms of those diplomatic virtual discourse, where we unexpectedly crossed paths, now beckon for a moment of gratitude to Zuckerberg, and Larry Page, a gesture yet to be extended personally. Often, I ponder the what-ifs of that fateful day if things would have gone any different from what happened just in unison and stars destined way. Yet, in hindsight, it feels as though our encounter was predestined, inevitable amidst the tumult of life's twists and turns. Our union transcends mere happenstance; it is as fundamental as the rhythm of day and night itself. In the span of past few year, you've not only made me feel and realise countless dreams of mine but also unfurled a tapestry of new aspirations within my heart. Your presence, entwined...