The Pulse Beneath Purple Skies : I no longer wait for your love: Mine has become enough.

Beneath every purple sky, remember this:

Your pulse was never lost.

It simply waited for you to listen.

Healing is not the absence of pain,

but the courage to carry it softly

until it becomes wisdom.

You are the love you were always seeking.

Your heart beats steady, whole, enough.

Thank you for walking this journey with me.

- Sindhu Raj