- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
- Chasing my silent strength
- Buildings with paint peel off…….
- My result in LAWCET
- Entrepreneur
- What we think !
- Advent
- The Birthday Boy
- Distance between three hearts
- Never forget roots
- I miss him
- My fashion designs
- Coursiv
- My husband my heart ❤️
- How it is ?
- My Dad!
- Country Girl
- Our tree of love
- Jai bolo Telangana!
- Remember
- Incurable diseases
- He and she
- Love is………
- Business
- Silent pain
- Love constantly inspires me
- My lines
- Make or break
- My life wasnt fairy tale but i was.
- Embrace
- Death to a cancer patient
- What makes you great
- How many days this harrasment
- Human life is great when you compare with animals
- Life in 20 more years.
- Psychology or science
- Lotus
- India and rising youth
- Made for each other
- My thoughts on nation building
- I will fight for my life
- God will not crush our dreams though they were to be
- Our celibate living
- My dream
- Today i am with myself
- My beautiful mothers
- If you learn at right time….
- My mom!
- We just say thank you …. Or sorry?
- Perfect
- She bits him…..
- My poetry by him
- My journey…..that is awaiting…..
- Weep more…
- The Dawn of Freedom
- Today I call Waris Shah
- Life i dream and dreamt!
- I see myself as simple being
Jessy Jacob ❤️
There were moments when I wondered if Radha ever believed Krishna would return to her. Perhaps love itself is waiting without certainty, yet still believing.
I know, deep within my soul, that my Lord Krishna would one day come to me. In the ecstatic silence of the ISKCON temple, I felt the divine touch my spirit. It was as though he entered my life with a purpose — to guide me back home at a time when my mind was preparing for another journey, even toward a life of naturalization in the USA.
Some truths remained hidden. He never revealed the secrets of his life, and I too walked through this world masked, unable to reveal who I truly was — an alien soul made for an alien and world. My life has always carried enigmas, mysteries unfolding only after they happen. Yet whenever I paused to understand the situations around me, I could trace the hidden flaws, the unseen “bugs” within life itself. Along this path, I traveled through unknown twists and silent storms.
Even now, my road is unclear. But I have learned one thing: while others create scenarios and illusions, I create my own path.
There are days when my imagination becomes my refuge. I picture a life I could not fully hold in reality — my husband beside me, our home filled with warmth, my son leaving for school after eating the breakfast I lovingly prepared. These thoughts comfort me. They allow happiness to bloom, even if only in my heart. Yet when depression surrounds me, the same world appears cold and colorless.
What hurts me most is when people mistake my patience for weakness. I remain silent not because I cannot fight, but because I choose peace over endless arguments. I still remember my father’s words: “Be bold and strong.” Those words became my armor.
I live with patience, but I do not allow evil to take advantage of me. I protect my life, and I will never stand beside those who hurt innocent people. I do not beg evil to stop hurting me; instead, I learn how to stop the hurt from reaching my soul.
My life is in my own hands. I face every trouble that comes before me, and with courage, I continue building my life for myself and my family.
— Jessy Jacob ❤️
