One afternoon, I sat by the window with a cup of tea and watched the rain fall softly outside. The street was almost empty, and everything felt calm and slow. I remember feeling strangely peaceful, as if time had decided to take a break too.
I opened an old notebook I hadn’t touched in months. Inside were random thoughts, little sketches, and unfinished sentences. As I read them, I smiled at how different I had been back then. Some lines made no sense, but they brought back feelings I had nearly forgotten.
By the time the rain stopped, the sky looked brighter, and I felt lighter too. It was just a simple afternoon, but somehow it stayed in my mind. Sometimes, the quietest moments become the ones we remember the most.
معرکه یادت نره🌹😘