Real beauty never exists to show off. It exists because it has a purpose.
A flower does not bloom to be photographed. A mountain does not rise to be admired. A river does not flow to be noticed.
They simply are.
And in their being, they delight the eyes of the beholder.
Beauty that seeks attention becomes decoration. Beauty that exists for a reason becomes presence.
The most moving things in this world are not loud. They don’t ask to be seen, yet they stay with you long after you’ve looked away. They appear quietly—at the right moment, to the right eyes.
Perhaps that is why beauty feels personal. Not everyone sees it the same way. Not everyone needs to.
Because real beauty is not meant to impress the world. It is meant to meet someone—briefly, silently—and leave them a little softer than before.
And that is purpose enough.
bhaskar saikia 
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