Grow and Glow with Tanu🦋🦄

Have a good day peeps✨ @Growingbytes🦋🦄

Not everything needs fixing Some things are meant to be felt, understood and released🌷🌱 @Growingbytes🦋🦄

The Beauty in Imperfection ✨ We all hurt someone, sometimes with our words, sometimes with our silence. A look, a gesture, a moment we didn’t mean — yet it stings. But that’s what makes us human, isn’t it? We realize, we break a little inside, we say sorry, and try to take the step that makes our soul breathe again — not for others, but for ourselves. Because beauty doesn’t live in perfection — it lives in mistakes, in the cracks, in the lessons that teach us how to love better. The perfect never falter, never fail — and maybe that’s why they’ll never feel what it truly means to be human. 🌿 🦅

A very Goodmorning everyone🪄✨ Just a GENTLE REMINDER🌸 @Growingbytes🦋🦄

Ek Kamra, Ek Ghar Har kamra ek ghar ban jaata hai, jab hum bade hone lagte hain. Phir chahiye hota hai humein ek apna kona, jahan sirf hum ho, aur humari khamoshiyaan. Zid karke le hi lete hain ek kamra, sochte hain yeh azaadi hai — par dheere-dheere samajh aata hai, azaadi ke saath tanhāi bhi aati hai. Wahi kamra, jisme humari khushiyan, hamare gham, aur humare raaz rehte hain. Baat karne ke baad bhi, masle wahi ke wahi rehte hain — kyunki kuch baatein batane se nahi, sambhalne se hal hoti hain. Aur jab apna kamra mil jaata hai, to ek chhupi si shaan aa jaati hai — ek ghamand, ke “ab mujhe kisi ki zarurat nahi.” Madad bhi karte hain, par dil me ginte rehte hain, jaise madad nahi, ek hisaab chuka rahe ho. Aakhir me samajh aata hai — ek kamra sach me ek ghar ban jaata hai, par kabhi-kabhi, wo ghar humse zyada akela hota hai. 🦅

The right things never rush They arrive softly, when your heart is ready to receive 🕊️🌸 @Growingbytes🦋🦄

Day 7 and final day of FACTS WEEK✅ Let's learn about octopus🐙 It is an organism with three hearts😶‍🌫. Two hearts pump blood to the gills and the main heart to the rest of the body😵‍💫. The main heart stops when the octopus moves🤯. They are quite witty🧠 They can be trained very easily and in a short span of time🫡. They remember human faces very well🤧. It has been found that sometimes they come out of the aquarium because they can open the lid😶 . Even they can diffuse the lights of the aquarium because of their naughty character🫣. Enough about octopus😭.Right? Has anyone seen them in real life👀? @Growingbytes🦋🦄

It’s okay if no one notices your growth,it’s not for them @Growingbytes🦋🦄

Dying as a legend is far way better than dying with regret Just like living with meaning is far way better than just existing Explanation People say they fear nothing but they fear death, but what does death has that they hear it? Is it because they wouldn't be able to live? Or because they have regrets that they would have to face in the end? The raw truth is most people has regrets, everyone does but the courage to improve upon is something which is not found in everyone Some fear that they would have regrets while dying and some die because they don't have any regrets while dying because they know they've been best for themselves and courage to take actions. Same way most people just exist and only a few live with meaning Life is meant to live and not to survive 0eath is a conclusion to life and not the opposite of it, power lies in accepting yourself and removing everything that pushes your peace away. Only thing matters is what you've done Actions or procrastination? Peace or revenge? Bravery or cowardness? Forgiveness or no peace? And so many things because they can't coexist together.

Day 6 of Facts week✅ Crows are very intelligent🧠. They can remember human faces🎀. They remember the vibe with humans🌸. If you are good to them there are cases where crows were seen giving white pebbles to humans💌 @Growingbytes🦋🦄

As she stood under the shower, with a red stream flowing down the drain, it was not only her body being washed, but also the innocence, love, faith, and trust within her. She scratched her hands; her feet were trembling, and her face showed no colour except white. It was not her eyes that were hurting, but her heart that was crying. She could not think of anything. Was she the same girl who had once been sensitive and soft toward beings in pain? And today, she stood before herself as a murderer. She had killed the love of her life—the man she had once boldly declared before everyone, “My father is the hero of my life.” The more she thought, the more she hated. A wave of anger, rage, disgust, and pain ran through her, adding to her miserable condition. A frustrated feeling choked her when the face of her best friend came in front of her. She was not afraid of imprisonment, but of facing her better half—her friend, her best friend for life. She had killed a rapist. She had killed her love for him. She was ashamed to be called his daughter now. She felt insulted even to pray for his soul. He was free now, but she was just a body existing—no longer alive. ~Tanu<3 @Growingbytes🦋🦄

Day5 of Facts week✅ Sea otters hold their hands while sleeping to avoid themselves from drifting❤️. Isn't it a WOW🥹? @Growingbytes🦋🦄