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To you, The Warrior

Few days ago , you had written a post on me. I don't know whether it was a confession or an act of kindness, but it was something that affected my life in infinite ways. I could not say anything at that time. Many days passed on. But today, I feel, is that moment when I shall pay my regards to you, The Warrior.

You call me the Warrior Princess, I never understood the depth of this splendid Title. Warrior Princess - the meaning of the title just dawned on me today - A warrior princess is one 1.) who is prepared for any fight. 2.) who never loses hope . 3.) who never loses her grace even at the worst period of her life. 4.) who possesses the quality of a leader. 4.) who is full of love. 5.) who knows the importance of building a bridge. 6.) who is capable of sacrificing. 7.) who can look beyond and beneath. 8.) who has made herself strong emotionally and physically. 9.) who has learned that ultimately there is but one truth to which all roads lead. Thank you, thank you so much The Warrior for this SoulFull gift. Yes, this title is gift for me.


The words said or unsaid by you have touched my soul always. You are the man I feel connected with and yet I know I don't know you. But that doesn't mean what I have felt of you is untrue. Few words which you had said about me, I feel the same about you. Your soul is luminous like a soul of a seeker. You seem to me like a Lamp to those who have forgotten their ways. You perhaps say nothing to them but You are there , is in itself an assurance that things are fine, that sooner or later we all will reach to our destinations.

The Warrior of Light , you have made my life Beautiful. Thank you for being there. :)

Comments

@ngel ~ said…
Words are the mere surface but you can feel wat is beneath :)
Kapil Sharma said…
Speechless, Astounded
the surface, the beneath
all so gleaming, all so pure

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