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The Flame Between My Eyes When I arrived at the Taj, everything moved in slow motion rose petals fell like memories, the air smelled of sandalwood and secrets, and they welcomed me like someone returning from another life. At the end of the ceremony, someone gently pressed a red dot between my brows. No one explained. And I didn’t ask. Later, I looked it up. They call it bindi. But to me, it felt like India itself resting on my skin, watching me with ancient eyes, whispering something I almost understood. This city Mumbai doesn’t speak, it sings. In a voice of temple bells, faded walls, monsoon skies, and jasmine tangled in lovers’ hair. It teaches you to fall in love with slowness, with silence, with the way things vanish just before you name them. There’s a flame between my eyes now. Not just color, but a spell. A vow. A kind of love that doesn’t demand, just waits. And in the language older than the wind दीप (deepa) means lamp, प्रेम (prema) means love. And maybe, I’m learning to be both. Because to walk gently is not to be lost. To burn quietly is still to burn. I’m so glad I returned to somewhere that feels like my past life. _ #india #mumbai #indiaphotography #indiatravelgram

05.21 22:10

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