Self-Care Tale..
Nobody actually asked me what I love.
Nobody actually asked me what I wanted to have in life and why.
Nobody actually sat with me holding my hands and asking why I liked this particular thing so much.
Ah, let me ask this, you Rashmi.
What do you like the most cutie?
I love flowers.
However, I love seeing them. I never received one honestly but even if I would do that would be so crazy and beautiful.
I never actually opened that part where I want to receive all this.
I just wrapped myself up that oh, don’t do this for me, it’s okay I am fine, no need.
It is not like that.
Please go for it and do things for me.
I loveeee visiting museums and looking at architectural structures!
I love noticing the beauty, the minute carve that has been put into it to make it look so beautiful.
I love smiling at strangers and talking to them.
I love seeing these tiny little moments where laughter is being shared among family members.
I love complimenting people a lot and making them realize their worth.
I love giving my happy goofy good energies to people.
I want to grow and spread kindness.
I want to make people believe in love, warmth and goodness.
Goodness of being nice.
The goodness of being absolutely selfless!
I like the minute things.
The minute beauty of nature.
The minute beautiful feature of someone’s face.
Oh, how I love these beautiful minute things.
All I have to give and provide is love and I will keep doing this!
Keep giving this because the only language I know is LOVE, CARE and WARMTH.
This is what Rashmi is and this is what she is going to be like always!
