Pragna Kurasala

Listening is an Art. That unsaid Grief  That unresolved Fight That unexpressed Love That uncontrollably controlled disappointment & despair That every emotion concealed under fear of being judged criticized & questioned...knows the value of a TRUE LISTENER... Who can Sense out the Language spoken out by the Eyes... It's time we appreciate those LISTENERS. They are the Game Changers  Rechargers & Magical Sunsets of Life.

We see People coming out of Cancer, serious Hospitalizations for Multiple Organ failures, Body Compromises & RTAs which caused Fatal Head injuries Spine Injuries which can Cripple them for Life with such a "Great Grit" Ever Wondered How? The Extra Love poured into Them  The Extra Care Shown  The Extra Time We Spend for & with them That Extra helped them Change from the Past Ordinary to Future's Extraordinary. Sometimes Devastations are Catalysts  Just Trust the Process. BELIEVE THE COURSE OF LIFE WITH A BEAUTIFUL HOPE. & Remember  LOVE is the REMEDY CARE is the THERAPY RESPECT is the SOLUTION.

There's a Strength in Letting Go Parents to Job Siblings to Countries Friendships to Career Age to Nature  Love to Time Desires to Self Control Laziness to Life Goals. There's a Grit in Losing & becoming Wise all over again like never before. Let Go Let it Flow.

Every Penny donated Every Smile radiated  Every Hug excited  Every Hand put on Head  Every little thing given out by Us, is a Blessing in disguise which is gonna get back to us in manifold at the time unexpected. Just Walk on with that Shine.

Everytime I Look at My Man I feel He deserves so much more than what he Has. Every time I Think about him I wish him to touch stars & come back home with Flying colors & Glory in heart. Everytime I See him I get a feeling of  "How much ever he may achieve in Life it's always less for the Person he is"...Even if he gets to the Top of the World...That's still less to Applaud him for the Personality he Carries through with so much of Genuinity, Hardwork Perseverance & Genius. My Man My Super Man My Wonder Man My Hanuman's Best Child My నాన్న Man🤭💚 Dear నాన్న (Sita Ramanjaneyulu Kurasala),  you make all our Heads held high to the Sky with Pride, filling our Chests and Hearts  &   Happiness run like an excited baby in our Veins. Thank You for Everything YOU ARE. Thank you for Everything YOU DO.  THANK YOU FOR EXISTING.

I usually Laugh A LOT Smile A LOT  Try to keep up my Spirit A LOT. In That LOT , there's hidden A LOT of Immeasurable Pain which comes up as a Hysterical Loud Crying Phase which lasts for Days at a Stretch to Vent out all the Pent up Grief. I'm a Natural Loner  &  very rarely I JUST FEEL LIKE I need a  Solid Valid Company  &  That too feels A LOT to ask for myself. Idk but  I felt like saying this: Count on each drip of Tear...It's a means to show how much of a Pain, Words can never possibly hold. Next time you see someone Cry please go acknowledge the Pain. Be There. Be Kind. Be Loving. Be Present with them. Just Be there. That's Enough. That's A LOT.