The first rays of dawn peeked through the window. Aditi was writing in her diary—the very lines that were the voice of her soul—
"In this world, just your presence seems to fill my world with color..."
Those words flowed from within her, as if an unfulfilled desire were taking shape on paper. Aditi was an artist—a poet at heart and a painter by profession. Her love, Aryan, was no longer in this world. But the feeling of his presence still lingered around her—in the air, in the scent, in the colors.
People used to say, "Time heals all wounds."
But Aditi knew—some wounds don't heal, but rather, they shape a person.
Every morning, she would capture in her paintings the same smile that once graced Aryan's face. Each of her works held a love—complete yet imperfect.
One day, a child came to her art exhibition—one of a group from an orphanage. The child stopped in front of a painting and asked,
"Didi, who is that smiling boy?"
Aditi said with a slight smile, "He's the one who's no longer in this world, but still lives in my heart."
The child said, "So, you don't feel sad?"
Aditi replied, "I used to. But then I realized that love doesn't get lost, it just changes form. Now that same love lives on in my colors, my breath, my creations."
That day, the child said to Aditi, "Didi, when I grow up, I too will create something in memory of my mother."
Tears welled up in Aditi's eyes upon hearing those words, but her heart was filled with joy. In that moment, she realized—Aryan was no longer just her memory, but her inspiration.
She learned that the true definition of love lies not in union, but in the devotion that illuminates the soul.
Now, Aditi doesn't just paint with her colors every morning—she draws life's lessons:
Sometimes those who leave us are the ones who teach us how to live.
Lesson : - True love never ends—it gives a person self-confidence, inspiration, and creativity. Even if separation elevates emotions, that very longing becomes a means of connecting with God.
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