10 hours agoThis is so beautiful and I just admire the person you have become and still thriving ✨❤️❤️
4 days agoYou never confined yourself to a single colour of bloom, chose the season of independence, endured the thorns, embraced every change of season, yet never allowed the world to dull the colours of your own becoming, absolutely love the self-worth woven into this piece,so fiercely unapologetic, powerfully brilliant words my dear friend Kriti!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
10 days agoWow! This is tender and gorgeous, Kriti. I specially love the last slide 🦌👏❤️❤️
10 days agoThis is a deeply felt piece of work, your art of words invoking feelings, this one moves within viscerally 💛
11 days ago"And I never wished to be a rose again!" There is freedom and power in being able to grow, bloom and flourish, happy in who you are. It's important to live life being truly appreciated for who you are and not having to bend to someone else's vision of you and for your life. Such an important message❤️👏
11 days agoYes to staying true to the blue in you. I can relate so much to this! Born to be defiant. No fake roses here ❤️. This was shared with such honesty of things we do and how grateful that it didn’t work. Love accepts rather than require one to be something they aren’t. Stay blue dear friend 💙💙😊
11 days agoYour opening split me wide open. “Because he loved roses…I tried painting my wild…red” 🔥 I loveeee the way you ended the piece as a wildflower that sought to crown warriorsssss 🙌🔥 A stellar weave, dear Kriti ❤️❤️❤️
13 days agoWow!! The metaphors here 😍😍 and the dichotomy between the rose / thorns ❤️❤️ Amazing work, sweet Kriti 🥰🥰💜💜
