My Farewell
I never dreamt to end my dream of writing in this blog this soon.
But,everything got a expiry date no matter what,the same goes with my bonding with this blog and the person behind this blog,who made my every dream come true.
I heard a true companionship changes a person like other,but never experienced it in my life, even now.
As,my 7yrs of frienemyship could not turn this idiot shaina into a stone hearted one even now.
The one who teached me to live for myself,left me because he thinks i only care about myself more than others,more than him.
If he had scolded me,pushed me away like always then i might be chasing him in every app,shouting apologies like always.......but this time something changed in me.
I didn't shout apology,i didn't chase him but i made sure i never reach him ever,no matter what
I cried silently but made sure this time nothing in me shall bother him again.
I cried not because he kicked me out of his life,but knowing how hurt he is because of me.
So,i took a hard decision not just for me but for the happiness,peace-filled life of his.
I blocked him every where,deleted his contacts,trying my best to move as far as i can....away from him.
I only want him to be part of my beautiful memories,the only memories i got to rewind in my life.
As,my last post on this blog,i want to share something close to my heart.
For seven long years, the little Rain Cloud and the Sprout shared the same patch of the valley.
Their bond was anything but simple; it was a wild, unpredictable landscape of seasons.
In the beginning, they were inseparable.
The Cloud, vibrant and full of energy, would roll in with refreshing showers, and the Sprout would stretch its green leaves toward the sky, laughing in the mist.
The Cloud taught the Sprout how to find its own strength, urging it to grow deep roots so it could stand tall even when the fierce valley winds howled.
But their friendship was a stormy one.
They were opposites who collided as often as they comforted.
There were seasons of bitter frost where the Cloud grew heavy and dark, blocking out the sun, and the Sprout would shut its leaves tight in frustration.
They had loud, thundering arguments that echoed across the hills.
The Cloud would flash with lightning, and the Sprout would stubborn its roots into the dirt, refusing to bend.
Yet, no matter how fierce the tempest, they always survived it.
The Cloud would inevitably return with a soft, apologetic mist, and the Sprout would open its leaves again, forgiving the darkness.
For seven years, everyone in the valley thought their bond was unbreakable—tempered by the very storms they created.
Then came the year of the Great Drought, followed by a relentless monsoon.
The Cloud, trying desperately to protect the Sprout, poured everything it had into the soil.
It rained day and night, thinking this was what the Sprout needed to survive.
But one afternoon, through a break in its own fog, the Cloud looked down closely.
The Sprout wasn’t laughing anymore.
Its leaves were heavy, its stems were bruised, and the soil beneath it was drowning.
In trying to hold on tightly and provide protection, the Cloud’s constant presence had become an overwhelming weight.
The Sprout looked exhausted, drained by the perpetual cycle of storm and rescue.
In the past, a moment like this would have triggered a loud argument.
The Cloud would have thundered, the Sprout would have cried out, and they would have chased each other through another cycle of apologies.
But this time, a quiet stillness settled over the Cloud.
It looked at the weary Sprout and realized a painful truth: its rains were no longer nurturing; they were breaking the very thing it loved.
The Sprout deserved a quiet, peaceful sky to simply breathe and heal.
The Cloud did not flash its lightning.
It did not shout.
Instead, it made a silent, heavy choice.
With a heavy heart, the Cloud gathered its remaining mist and began to drift away.
It pulled its shadows off the valley floor, exposing the soil to the open air.
It moved slowly over the distant, jagged peaks of the mountains, completely removing itself from the Sprout's horizon.
It severed its ties to the valley, ensuring it could never accidentally drift back to cause another storm.
From the far side of the mountain, the Cloud wept a quiet, silent rain into an isolated river.
It was a painful departure, but as it looked back one last time, it saw the valley sky clear into a beautiful, uninterrupted blue.
The sun warmed the soil, and the Sprout finally stood in perfect peace, breathing freely.
The Moral:
True companionship changes us forever, leaving marks that time cannot erase.
Yet, the ultimate test of love is not how long we fight to stay, but having the selfless courage to walk away when our presence costs the other person their peace.
Thanks everyone for being part of this beautiful journey of my blog.🥂
G- Goodbye
S - Stay Positive,Healthy and Happy
T- Take Care
By,
Shaina...
