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Ethereal. Magical. Astonishing. Sheer Perfection. Simply Beautiful.
Words that are often used by readers who fall under the spell of your creations...
And how easily they realize that, as soon as they've said it, they have described not the writings but the soul of the writer herself...
Frankly, I may not know you as personally as many others in this Thread and in your Life do. But the little I do is magnificent enough.
Just as God recreates in his Image, every writer wields words to recreate her soul...
Such that even a single word you write, dear Lyra, a solitary pale word that stands out in the windy dark background, breathes life.
Every idea you convey is so deep in emotion that it makes a reader hear the song of her soul and her heart reaches out to the impossible
Because we are incapable in many ways, we experience only a little of the grand ceremony that unveils in your imagination in all its splendour. But it must be heavenly there, in that world that is exclusively yours, from where your kindness divines to occasionally share a morsel with us...
As a writer and as a person, you are unique.
The breathless brilliance of your gentle writing proclaims you in contrast.
Just when your words lift me to the sun, I find myself in a shadowy corner holding onto a hope that feels not far. It is only your words that can make me feel lifted up at the very moment that I am crumbled to the floor crying. There is an undeniable certainty to your truths and a silence in the screaming souls of your stories...
Your stories reveal so much in so little:
Even when forces hold back, there is a determination to fight through.
There is music and sweetness in the most littlest of gestures and how beautiful life is, being so simple and contented, through your characters.
If a teardrop falls from a reader's eyes, in the cathartic aftermath of one of your stories, it is not a globe of water on her cheek but a drop of celestial crystal that endured through a stirring story and embeds, in its watery soul, the tumult of tender emotions and the grasp of life that is claimed after every dip in a chapter of your doing...
Dearest Lyra, May you always, ALWAYS, know how to make Simple Things important, Little Things matter, Dark Things beautiful, Bright Things gentle, Sad Things sing, Glad Things ring
But most of all, may all your coming years find you Paths to Walk, Paths that are marked by the Paint of Happiness and, on the sides of which, are erected the Lamps of Success... And may those Paths, if eroded by Sorrow, find you a steady companion in Hope...
Wishing you every goodness,
Happy Beautiful Birthday, Dearest Aditi.
Love, your Linny
The Greatest Admirer of Your Soul and Your Words
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