DISCLAIMERThis blog is based on personal memory and emotional reflection.It does not claim proof of supernatural phenomena and does not promote superstition.Interpretations are philosophical and experiential.đ ldMoments#LifeReflectionsđ META DESCRIPTIONA deeply emotional and philosophical blog reflecting on a childhood evening, fear, silence, and the human mind’s encounter with the unexplained.
đ She Stood Where Fear Learned Silence đĻ POEM The Woman on the Lower Road We were not afraid at first. There was laughter in the air, the kind that rises when food is near and the day has finally loosened its grip. The road lay lower than the world, pressed down by years of passing feet, as if it chose humility over height. On one side, mango trees stood like old listeners. On the other, houses leaned forward, their windows half-awake. Then stones fell. Not loudly. Not violently. But enough to make the heart forget its rhythm. We ran, because fear always runs first. And then— she stood there. White, silent, unmoving, near a tree that did not ask questions. She did not threaten us. She did not chase us. She simply existed— long enough to be remembered. And when she was gone, nothing returned to normal. Because some moments do not leave the place— they move into you. đ§ POEM ANALYSIS & PHILOSOPHY This poem is about the moment fear becomes awareness. The woman is not wri...