❁❁❁❁ she was a girl...broken girl, held together by prayers, each one stitched quietly to Mahadev, as if faith alone kept her from falling apart. And he was the answer she never asked aloud, sent like mercy itself, gentle in presence, steady in chaos, slowly becoming the reason her brokenness learned how to breathe again. 22 x 30 ❁❁❁❁