- Dont waste your life………
- The number 5
- I am having good time with my husband
- I see myself
- An accident changed my life
- His eyes – marbles
- Sometimes insane
- I see i am cursed
- My family
- I know my husband
- I am so because I am like this.
- What makes you to get success?
- People say but i am different
- Samsung Z fold 8
- My lovely Husband got me my black beads!
- I am blessed
- Liquor
- Women surpassed too
- Varalakshmi Pooja
- Its not just office to me………..
- I want to celebrate but life has thrown me out as broken
- Both suffering
- Today 23 August 2026.
- Hope to live
- Shambha ji
- He walk in his traditional
- Maybe
- Your protrait
- I miss home and roads………
- I see as I do for you
- Birth of my hero!
- He is huge than his body
- Dear Husband!
- Sacrifice
- Is this the life you….
- Am a flower
- People do forget….
- I see him as my Lord
- My husband’s Birthday!
- First second third mistakes
- What you will do ..
- Why people suffer?
- God does exist?
- You need to have sound sleep
- Ali khameni – funeral
- I have turned to that page…
- My depths
- What is love?
- I love you so much ❤️
- My first AI generated image in Stars rite
- Justice
- I say to people
- I do only for you
- I get inspired
- i thought ………..
- Very few of those…….
- I have started this blog!
- I lived for real and still live
- Chin chin chu, Chinna
- Sathi….
- I see…
- When I see smth….
- Psychologist – must be a good person to study
- My Like there are few more
- How he has impressed me
- What he means to me
- 🦪 pearl
- Matrix
- My husband
- How the life will be
A fresh water pearl from shell
Took dip in fresh waters of glaciers
With mist 💧 drops on grass like in the early dawn she chants the mantra offering her first prayer to the God almighty who is her man and everything.
As she walks in wrap of white abhaya to sprinkle flowers on his feet the rarest of all, that can wake him up with smell the scent of lavender.
Calls his name where you are going i am this way I see your foot 👣 that is passing my way, my heart missed you when is your return i am here getting dried up with no tears in my eyes, dawn with sun rise birds collecting food, we have enough hay to make our day
Look at me the grey hair eyes so small
Cheeks puffy I wait here for your return….in our tiny hut on the snow mountain.
Jessy Jacob ❤️ 😚 💓











