- 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
Made for Each Other
He is like a crypto,
for his mother hid him from many eyes,
from every girl—
except one lady destined to find him.
He is like an unread book,
for his father disguised him from the world,
wrapping his depth beneath
the cover of an ordinary man.
He is like deep waters,
for his sister stood guard,
protecting the treasures of his heart
from those who would steal them away.
He is like a drunken wanderer,
for his brother walked beside him wherever he went,
shielding him from those
who might take advantage of his innocence.
Yet he is simply a genuine man—
like a child,
crawling toward an untouched rose 🌹,
drawn not by wonder,
but by possession.
And this love they found
will never fade away.
Though time may silver their hair
and wrinkle their hands,
their hearts will whisper the same truth:
They were made for each other.
Jessy Jacob ❤️







