Somewhere Over the Rainbow #16 With Prats in our Hearts - Page 36

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!😃

Omg, so, so, so happy to see our dearest Biki here🥳, and thank you dearest Biki for your warm and affectionate birthday greetings!🤗. Hope you are keeping good health and everything is well in your paradise! You come and beauty arrives in hordes, always a big fan of your work, wishing you much happiness and peace in this year, have a great year ahead!❤️

Thank you Dragice for posting such lovely images of Prats and thank you Madi for your beautiful write ups on Prats, truly hope she is in a happy place now, away from all the loneliness, angst and frustrations of her last days!

Branka, truly, we need to thank Prats for this friendship and the wonderful times, this is all because of her, she has earned so much good karma, uniting us from different continents and making us so close, let us remember our little, lovely girl always, and peace be to her, where ever she is!

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

The next part of the Rain story belongs to that friend who loves to send amusing kid videos to the ailing kids ! Loves castles and full moon, pester for a care taker and later complain about the harassment meted out to her by that arrogant caretaker! But as an innocent girl who stands there at that window waiting for her Mama - every one of this CC adores her for that love and longing!❤️

Searching for her Angel in the sky and Stars now .🤗

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Originally posted by: sweetayu

am in...

Life Begets Life And Can't Know Death Ever!

Rain Story Part --7.

Rain is like God's own poetry, each drop is a single letter in the song of life! But for her, it's a reminder of past which she loves most! It's the rain which is allowing her to break barriers and let the emotions flow and allow the raindrops to mingle with tears on her face!With her head down, sitting on the bench, supporting her chin with her clench. The gentle breeze is playing with her hair, didn't mind the dust, she has a void in her eyes, didn't mind the hurt! She is watching the torn clouds , trying to understand the enormity of things happened in her life , so far beyond her perception, it is a spell , not a trance, to describe her state of mind, language is insufficient! She is thinking , talking to herself in that rainy morning --

"Your memories are floating on the stilled moments, the brightest star in the sky calling me now, want to hug the entire sky to have you once in my embrace, for that feel for which this mother is longing now! --

"Rain and tears mingle on my face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of my eyes gives any clue to my sadness, trying my best to hide it from the world!

Rain above, destruction below, my torn heart is in-between and tears that did nothing but add to the dampness -

"There is an intense anxiety to the rain it seems as if between the tumbling cloud and the earth below, there is a fear of never reaching its destination! My soul is longing to soak itself in the showers to douse the flames of sorrow, but this rain is carrying the sky's warm blessings of many Angels who want to see their creator [ mother ] happy on earth !

"Rain has its own enormous, variegated castles! Some castles take you to your hidden dreams and some castles have their own roller coasters of memories! In fact, it creates swarms of unreachable moments, mono- happening past!--

The accumulated dark clouds are making me feel as if I am in the embrace of pain. And at the other side of the sky, a rainbow taken me to multiple color swings of past, someone's presence and absence in it! By touching the puddles, the droplets are creating bubbles which are looking like globules, seems like as a kid the God is playing with the paper boats, those paper boats made of someone's childhood! They weren't just the boats! They were our happiness sailors. Creativity used to push the happiness in those boats in my past!The murmuring of rain, it sounded like a wind chime's musical melody with full of life at that time! Trees carried Imperial greenery in those days .Few dreams of taking steps forward together then, and now these realities of being far away from you what to say about the love I got and unable to reach it now ?! all of a sudden the bubble burst, the boat sank.

The rain is falling softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead of a life! Each droplet alighted on her skin with just enough coolness to command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past.The beads of rain over her face trying to wash her grief in a delicate flow of trickles. She raised her eyes to see the gray layers of clouds that touched every mountain top and thought that there was more to come before the skies cleared. She stood there for a moment under the gloomy clouds. Then droplets began to sprinkle, cold and wet on her heart, trickled down her body as she stood there frozen, her gaze fixed on the horizon, staring at the change of the whole scenario. As the clouds continued crying, she turned towards the path and started walking towards the Rainbow!

The rain turned in to waves, she turned her face to the dark sky again, a realization is overdue to comfort her and to give solace to her aching heart on this day!
She told to herself " you are history, past, present, and future to the motherhood of mankind! "

Rain has infinities over finiteness. It has a rainbow over dullness. Every drop has a story, every drop has a remembrance.

A drop of rain, carrying years of shattered hopes and promises, streaked on her pale skin to her quivering lips where it struggled to drip down onto the ground!--While walking, she was thinking --
I imagined my whole life spending with you, your every gleeful laugh created a quiver in my heart, we were playing and laughed together, listened to many melodies, oh ... that was just yesterday! See how the God made a tender life and then how he grabbed it !!Whenever I see the lightning, I recollect your ecstasy, it will keep me awake all night, all I can do is crying, as the hankering of my heart makes me helpless, trying to make my heart to understand the mystery of life and death ... philosophers defined it as -- life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides, the theology explained -- The real question is not whether life exists after death! The real question is whether you are alive before death! Who will be able to understand parental grief is different from other losses, it is now intensified, exasperated and lengthened?! The child is considered as a gift of God to the parents, and now I was forced to give up that gift."-- a hug from her Mama brought her back from that cascading stream of grief, looked into her eyes. Those are defining her the real meaning of life and death. There in her Mama's eyes, a tear as a mother and a soothing word as her friend . Many shoulders are there to lean on, many hearts are sharing her pain and disbelief, her each and every friend is there, sharing her grief, a consolatory word to calm her pain. Now she was under the wings of wisdom, her friends stand beside her to express their concern for her recovery. They all know, the time has immense power to heal an aching heart to some extent in future.🤗

A mother is hugging another mother with an emotional outburst Nataly. 🤗

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Life Begets Life And Can't Know Death Ever!

Rain Story Part --7.

Rain is like God's own poetry, each drop is a single letter in the song of life! But for her, it's a reminder of past which she loves most! It's the rain which is allowing her to break barriers and let the emotions flow and allow the raindrops to mingle with tears on her face!With her head down, sitting on the bench, supporting her chin with her clench. The gentle breeze is playing with her hair, didn't mind the dust, she has a void in her eyes, didn't mind the hurt! She is watching the torn clouds , trying to understand the enormity of things happened in her life , so far beyond her perception, it is a spell , not a trance, to describe her state of mind, language is insufficient! She is thinking , talking to herself in that rainy morning --

"Your memories are floating on the stilled moments, the brightest star in the sky calling me now, want to hug the entire sky to have you once in my embrace, for that feel for which this mother is longing now! --

"Rain and tears mingle on my face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of my eyes gives any clue to my sadness, trying my best to hide it from the world!

Rain above, destruction below, my torn heart is in-between and tears that did nothing but add to the dampness -

"There is an intense anxiety to the rain it seems as if between the tumbling cloud and the earth below, there is a fear of never reaching its destination! My soul is longing to soak itself in the showers to douse the flames of sorrow, but this rain is carrying the sky's warm blessings of many Angels who want to see their creator [ mother ] happy on earth !

"Rain has its own enormous, variegated castles! Some castles take you to your hidden dreams and some castles have their own roller coasters of memories! In fact, it creates swarms of unreachable moments, mono- happening past!--

The accumulated dark clouds are making me feel as if I am in the embrace of pain. And at the other side of the sky, a rainbow taken me to multiple color swings of past, someone's presence and absence in it! By touching the puddles, the droplets are creating bubbles which are looking like globules, seems like as a kid the God is playing with the paper boats, those paper boats made of someone's childhood! They weren't just the boats! They were our happiness sailors. Creativity used to push the happiness in those boats in my past!The murmuring of rain, it sounded like a wind chime's musical melody with full of life at that time! Trees carried Imperial greenery in those days .Few dreams of taking steps forward together then, and now these realities of being far away from you what to say about the love I got and unable to reach it now ?! all of a sudden the bubble burst, the boat sank.

The rain is falling softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead of a life! Each droplet alighted on her skin with just enough coolness to command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past.The beads of rain over her face trying to wash her grief in a delicate flow of trickles. She raised her eyes to see the gray layers of clouds that touched every mountain top and thought that there was more to come before the skies cleared. She stood there for a moment under the gloomy clouds. Then droplets began to sprinkle, cold and wet on her heart, trickled down her body as she stood there frozen, her gaze fixed on the horizon, staring at the change of the whole scenario. As the clouds continued crying, she turned towards the path and started walking towards the Rainbow!

The rain turned in to waves, she turned her face to the dark sky again, a realization is overdue to comfort her and to give solace to her aching heart on this day!
She told to herself " you are history, past, present, and future to the motherhood of mankind! "

Rain has infinities over finiteness. It has a rainbow over dullness. Every drop has a story, every drop has a remembrance.

A drop of rain, carrying years of shattered hopes and promises, streaked on her pale skin to her quivering lips where it struggled to drip down onto the ground!--While walking, she was thinking --
I imagined my whole life spending with you, your every gleeful laugh created a quiver in my heart, we were playing and laughed together, listened to many melodies, oh ... that was just yesterday! See how the God made a tender life and then how he grabbed it !!Whenever I see the lightning, I recollect your ecstasy, it will keep me awake all night, all I can do is crying, as the hankering of my heart makes me helpless, trying to make my heart to understand the mystery of life and death ... philosophers defined it as -- life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides, the theology explained -- The real question is not whether life exists after death! The real question is whether you are alive before death! Who will be able to understand parental grief is different from other losses, it is now intensified, exasperated and lengthened?! The child is considered as a gift of God to the parents, and now I was forced to give up that gift."-- a hug from her Mama brought her back from that cascading stream of grief, looked into her eyes. Those are defining her the real meaning of life and death. There in her Mama's eyes, a tear as a mother and a soothing word as her friend . Many shoulders are there to lean on, many hearts are sharing her pain and disbelief, her each and every friend is there, sharing her grief, a consolatory word to calm her pain. Now she was under the wings of wisdom, her friends stand beside her to express their concern for her recovery. They all know, the time has immense power to heal an aching heart to some extent in future.🤗

A mother is hugging another mother with an emotional outburst Nataly. 🤗