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Kahani and Her Relation With Life

By Aakriti Pandey


If you talk to Kahani once, then you will come to know, that she understands life very deeply 🌊💭


Like a Frogman (the one who goes under the sea in search of pearls) understands an ocean 🐚🤿


Like the diver have a deep relationship with the ocean and


Diver have seen the ocean in every form and has made it their own 🌊🌌


But along with this she understands the superficiality of this life. 🎭


She understands,


How this life is like a sand dune on the seashore. 🏖️⏳


THE SPIRITUAL JOURNEY🧘‍♀️✨🌿

Then, what does the story want to achieve ❓


What is the story searching for 🔍


Where is she running, 🏃‍♀️💨


Just like musk deer runs behind the musk. 🦌🌿


The fragrance of the musk draws it towards itself 🌬️🌸


But the deer do not understand that he should not look out to get the fragrance…


The musk and its fragrance that comes from it are its own form, a part of its own self 💫🕊️


The story isn’t crazy like the musk deer who is searching for the musk. She knows that she does not need to go far for what she is searching for. 💛


She knows what she wants is already with her. But what she does not have is the way to reach it. 🛤️


She knows it’s about taking a journey within herself. 🧘‍♀️🌌


She knows its about the spiritual journey.


But the story knows that somewhere, someone, would be the owner of the real treasure in this world. The world, who is running behind things, full of dungeons and moonlight. 🗝️🌙🏰


So if you’re reading this, and something quietly stirred within you…

Maybe, just maybe, your spiritual journey has already begun. 🌙✨


The story is confident that someone must have the key to it. 🔑✨


So dear friend,


If your heart felt even a tiny flutter while reading this post about kahani quest of spiritual journey….


Maybe your inner compass just nudged you a little closer to your truth 💫🧭


By Aakriti Pandey


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