Blog with Abinaya

We live in a world that worships perfection—flawless faces, polished resumes, neatly planned days. But life doesn’t follow such rigid lines. It spills, it cracks, it falters. And in those very imperfections, life whispers its truest beauty.Not only in things this perfection works...its only objectifying...But in these days it can be a male or female everyone only look for perfect body, perfect eyes,perfect face and what not...but this will not work in all cases. Think of mornings. The alarm rings too late, the coffee spills on the table, and your shirt is not perfectly pressed. Yet somehow, these clumsy starts make the day feel more human, more yours. The chipped cup you drink from doesn’t lessen the warmth of the tea—it only adds a quiet story to the moment. Or think of rain. It never asks permission before falling. It ruins picnics, delays buses, messes up hair—but it also brings the earthy perfume of soil, children splashing in puddles, and the kind of laughter that comes only when...