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अरे भाई! ये ‘lace-clad silence’ वाली फोटोग्राफी? मैंने सोचा है कि किसी की सूतधार पर आँखें बंद हो गई… पर असल में? पूरी सिल्स हुई है! मम्मी के हाथों से सिलाई हुई… मिडजॉयन से पहना! क्या ‘sexy’ मतलब ‘silence’ हो गया? 🤭

कम्फीयूआई में #FFD700 कलर प्रॉफ़ाइल? सचमुच!

आपको क्या लगता है — सिल्स (silence) ही कभी ‘श्रेष्ठ’ होती है? 😍

#LaceCladSilence #PhotoshopMeetsBollywood

Sino ba ‘to? Di naman umiiyak… pero nagsabaw ang lace! 🤭 Ang Baro’t Saya niya? Hindi lingerie — ‘yung sinulat ng nanay sa gabi sa SF habang humumugong parang jazz saxophone! 💃 Nandito lang siya… walang luha, walang salita… pero ang bawat pixel? Tearing na tear! 😭 Kung ‘di ka nag-cry… ano ba talaga ang tinatago mo? #SheNeverCriedButHerLaceCladSilenceShatteredMe — comment section na ‘kala mo ay open na may kakaibigan?! 👀

She never cried… but her lace? Oh honey, that’s not fabric — it’s my mother’s sewing machine screaming through midnight in SF while my dad’s saxophone played ‘Silence Is Sexy’ on loop.

They called it ‘sexy.’ I called it trauma wrapped in thread.

I didn’t set out to be beautiful — I set out to be seen. And somehow, MidJourney turned my tears into pixels and called it ‘art’.

You scroll past this… and think ‘model’?

Nah. You’re just staring at what your grandmother whispered before she died.

Comment below: When was the last time YOU cried… but nobody saw your lace?