OldShrub

**To My Dear Readers,**
          	
          	I may live in Greece, but my soul carries the spirit of India with every heartbeat.
          	
          	In these times of rising tension between India and Pakistan, I want to say this clearly: I stand with my country—India. No matter where I am in the world, my identity, my culture, and my heart remain deeply Indian.
          	
          	This message isn’t about spreading hate—it's about standing for peace, for justice, and for the love of my homeland. Being far from home only makes my voice louder when I speak for it. I dream of a world where our nations rise with dignity, not war—where unity and understanding defeat violence.
          	
          	Thank you to everyone who supports me and respects the pride I carry in being Indian.
          	**Jai Hind.**

OldShrub

**To My Dear Readers,**
          
          I may live in Greece, but my soul carries the spirit of India with every heartbeat.
          
          In these times of rising tension between India and Pakistan, I want to say this clearly: I stand with my country—India. No matter where I am in the world, my identity, my culture, and my heart remain deeply Indian.
          
          This message isn’t about spreading hate—it's about standing for peace, for justice, and for the love of my homeland. Being far from home only makes my voice louder when I speak for it. I dream of a world where our nations rise with dignity, not war—where unity and understanding defeat violence.
          
          Thank you to everyone who supports me and respects the pride I carry in being Indian.
          **Jai Hind.**

OldShrub

 A Message to You, Dear Reader
          Hey there,
          If you’ve made it this far, thank you from the bottom of my heart. 
          This isn’t just a story—it’s a feeling. A soft one. The kind that doesn’t scream for attention but whispers to your soul.
          
          Aashi isn’t loud. She doesn’t speak.
          But through her silence, there’s poetry.
          Kunal doesn’t chase attention.
          But through his words, he listens.
          
          This is a story about being seen when the world keeps looking away.
          And if you’ve ever felt like the quiet one, the different one… this story is for you.
          
          Please give this book a chance. Read one more chapter—feel a little more.
          And if you like it, a vote or a comment would mean the world to me. ✨
          
          Let’s grow this journey together, one soft chapter at a time.
          
          With all my love,

OldShrub

Hi lovelies 
          I’ve been quietly building something magical, and today, I wanted to share it with you 
          
          From the words you read in my poetry…
          To the soft moments I live in real life…
          I’ve started vlogging my poetic, romantic little world on YouTube ✨
          
          It’s full of peaceful vibes, fairy lights, cozy food, my journals, books, and the quiet magic of everyday life. Just like the pages of a poem coming to life 
          
          It would mean the world to have your love and support there too 
          If you enjoy my stories here, I promise you’ll feel at home there too.
          
          https://youtube.com/@talesbyjasminee?si=WwS_IbOYEZG_He3V

Bilex_henry

@OldShrub Hi there! I just finished going through your work  and wanted to say how impressed I am—great job! I’d love the opportunity to ask you a few questions and also share some tips on your engagement that might be helpful. Feel free to reach out to me at bilexhenry@gmail.com. Looking forward to connecting!
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OldShrub

A Heart Torn Between Love & Fear
          This heart longs to love,
           but the soul trembles—afraid to lose.
          This heart aches to bloom,
           yet fears the weight of fading hues.
          This heart yearns to roam,
           fingers lost in his untamed hair,
           but dreads the silence
           when that touch is no longer there.
          This heart seeks the scent of love,
           yet fears drowning in the echoes of hate.
          This heart wants only love—
           not the fragments of a past it cannot erase.

cherries_and_titties

@OldShrub hi I wasn't able to find your stck id 
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