Wind Chimes. They make sounds. They make music. And it is always pleasure seeing them hanging, and listening to them.
Some of you place them outside your home while, maybe, some of you tuck them in between the curtains, inside. But … wherever, they are … they are pleasure to watch, pleasure to hear … always.
I take a leaf from the wind chimes each time I hear them. They are music to my ears, they are music to my heart.
What do you feel hearing them?
And have you ever felt like a butterfly, hearing the wind chimes, and then … fluttering here and there … flying with your coloured wings and … finally stopping at a mirror … and asking … to yourself: “Am I beautiful?”
Try. You’d love it.
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And what if you don’t see the wind chimes, don’t feel the butterfly! Here’s a video below. Let it play in the background and proceed to the mirror … only to find whispering to yourself: “Yes, I’m beautiful’.
Neeraj Bhushan 
[…] You are a beautiful soul and your smile makes you glow. Radiate in the glory of love around you and fall in love with yourself all over again. You owe it you. […]
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listening to the butterly i am transported to a diff world……………..
green meadows…..with rows of daffodils and lillies………
a gurl in layers of white silk……with wings on her back……
running in the fields on the meadow…
red, pink, yellow, purple, green, turquoise and orange colours in her wings ……
fluttering them and trying to fly to the light blue skies……..
beaming a smile of glee on her face and radiance of love………..
basking in the glory of the sun …
she flew and she flew and she flew………………….. ….
could you guess who she is.????
yeah thats me…….
invigorated and exhilarated………
full of zest and life …………
:)))))))))))))))))))) smiling…….!
you wrote so beautifully….god bless.
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Very nice!!
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its really nice…i am beautiful
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