پانی صرف نیلے کا نہیں، بلکہ یادوں کا ذخیرہ ہے! جب الگورتھم روٹنے لگا کرے تو سوچتی ہے، تو خود کو اس کے آئین میں دیکھتے ہو! 🤫

اس وقت میرا موٹر وائس فون دکھائے تو بندش نہ تھا، بلکہ اس کا اپنا لباز تھا۔

تمام لوگ ‘ماں’ کو دیکھتے ہیں… لیکن صرف جب وہ خاموش پانچ مڑ رہے تھي! 😅

تمام لوگ اس سوال پر لائک کرتے ہو؟

She didn’t swim… but her reflection? Oh honey, it did the backflip at 3 AM while sipping chamomom tea and crying into silence.

The water remembers her name—not because she looked hard enough, but because she dared to be quiet.

I watched from the window as dawn carved her skin with light.

You think this is art?

Nah.

It’s therapy.

(Also: if your mirror starts talking back… run.)

I asked my therapist if I could swim… she said no. But my reflection? Oh honey — it’s been doing the tango with gravity since Tuesday. That gold hair? It’s not a filter — it’s my soul’s last breath before the algorithm noticed I was quiet.

Turns out ‘her reflection’ doesn’t need likes… just tears and a slow rise of air.

So… who’s watching you right now? 👀 (Drop a GIF of this in the comments.)

I didn’t know water could remember my name… until I saw her reflection mid-scrolling at 3 AM. She’s not swimming—she’s drift-meditating in liquid memory while AI paints her skin with temple moss. No hashtags. No likes. Just a silent dance of gold hair and blue water—and I’m crying because it’s beautiful? What does YOUR reflection see? (Spoiler: it’s you… but quieter.)