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My Twin-Flame Journey

Updated: Jul 16

By Anamika


It's October first. 

10 O'clock in the morning. 

Hello everybody. I know you didn't expect a voice suddenly ringing in your ears like this. I'm Farha. And this is the voice that's singing, or I would rather say, screaming in my head. I'm sharing it with you because it's too strong to be kept locked inside.

I never knew such a level of happiness could be felt. How can a heart habitual of bearing pain be filled with such joy! As if it never knew pain in the first place. As if my whole past was just a bad dream that I woke up from a few moments ago. 

I'm on the plane to my favourite destination- a country that I never thought of visiting before. Recently when I heard its name, I felt a pull towards it. All the other countries I've always wanted to visit seemed to fade away in the background. As if something is waiting for me there that the universe wants to surprise me with.

But this journey was not easy to get on. After six months of savings from my first earnings, I had to face the insecurities of my family. Travel is not something worth investing in, according to them. And a girl going alone to another country is like a nightmare for them. But someone needed to break free from this mindset, and I did that. Besides, how can they know what I bear in my heart, where my happiness lies.


I have something else to confess. I'm not sure if it's worth sharing or not. But there's a memory I am sad to leave behind. A person whose place in my life was never certain. Yet when he left, he created a vacuum inside my heart. I thought he was my twin-flame as our journey was similar to that of twin-flames. But he refused any such connection between us. The separation broke me completely and the wait seemed never to end. Finally I summoned all my wounded courage and left him behind at my home land. And as I said, something new is waiting for me in the next country…


Ohh I hate this regret of losing him! Why can't I be completely happy? Why can't I imagine someone else with me? Suddenly the excitement I had a few moments ago is gone. 


Whatever, it's just a voice in my head after all. Every bondage to the past is more imaginary than real. No limiting energy can hold me back now that I'm going to fly high. The plane is taking off…


Good evening everyone!

It's 7.30 p.m. the same day and I just landed at my destination. It's starting to get dark outside. I'm carrying my luggage to the taxi. It's not very crowded at the airport. So I have a calm inside me. The environment of this airport is kind of aesthetic. Wait, I was carrying a silk scarf around my neck, it's gone! Let me check it in my handbag, no it's not there. It must have fallen when I was getting my luggage. 

Here I find a taxi that's already booked to go to the hotel I am going to. Perhaps someone else too is sharing the road with me. The driver is putting the bags in. Let's…


No way! Oh God! How can this be! It's him! And my silk scarf in his hands!

So he is who I am supposed to share my journey with! This new country was calling me to start fresh with him in this fresh air. This place was meant to see our reunion! With no baggage of the past! Is that really so? What do you think, can this be a mere coincidence? Is it again, just a voice of my heart dreaming of too far?

Let me uncover the full truth of this surprise that the universe just gave me. I will share it with you if I remember, meaning if his love doesn't calm this voice in me. Otherwise, after years of our togetherness, I'll tell you the whole story of my love with calm. 


Thank you for hearing the voices of my head and heart. I hope you too experience a miracle one day!

By Anamika




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