Saathi wrote these poems in the space between holding on and letting go, in that sacred, aching place where love meets loss, and pain becomes the only language you can speak.

For years, Saathi tried to heal a wound that love itself had carved. Saathi kept searching for closure in memories that refused to fade. Saathi was trapped in a love so powerful, it felt like it owned her. But somewhere in the silence, Saathi found strength. Somewhere in the ruins, Saathi found herself.