I am Glad people still read!
6,211 — Not Just a Number, but a Whisper Being Heard
Yesterday, the stats said 6,211.
A simple number on a screen —
but to me, it felt like a quiet echo returning from the unseen.
Not fame. Not virality.
But a sign — that someone, somewhere, is reading,
perhaps with a tired heart,
perhaps in a moment of stillness,
perhaps trying to remember who they really are.
I Don’t Write for the Masses — I Write for the Soul
If 6,211 people read something born from silence,
from solitude,
from the back room of a heart once afraid to be seen —
then I believe:
something real is reaching them.
I never wanted to be “followed.”
But I always hoped to be felt.
This Is My Prayer in Disguise
Every post I write is a prayer,
sometimes covered in reflection,
sometimes dressed in story,
but always a whisper from the deeper part of me.
And yesterday, 6,211 of those whispers were heard.
That means more than numbers could ever say.
They read with a cup of Latte.To Those Who Read in Silence
Thank you.
Even if you never leave a comment,
even if I never know your name —
know this:
I write with you in mind.
I draw from the same well you’re drinking from.
We are not strangers — only pilgrims on parallel paths.
And So, I Will Keep Writing
Because maybe tomorrow it’s 600.
Maybe next week it’s 23.
And maybe no one will read at all.
Still I will write.
Still I will speak to the silence.
Because once, in the quiet corner of the world, 6,211 souls were listening.
And that is enough to keep the flame alive.
As long as you enjoy reading, I will continue writing.







1 comment:
Yes we don’t know each other but I still read. One of your children knows me, but it doesn’t matter.
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