Lord Hanuman

There are days when hope feels distant and my strength disappears. On those days, I realize there is only one place where my heart finds peace I run to you, Lord Hanuman.

When life feels heavier than I can carry, when I don't know how to take another step, I remember that I never have to walk alone. I come to you with everything: my fears, my failures, my doubts, and my prayers.

You are the light that guides me when everything around me feels dark. Even when I cannot understand why things are happening the way they are, I trust that your strength is greater than my weakness. Your presence reminds me that no struggle lasts forever.

Pain has visited my life. Fear has tried to make a home in my heart. There have been moments when I questioned myself, my path, and my future. Yet every time I bow before you, I feel a quiet assurance that I am protected. You lift me up long before I realize I have fallen.

When disappointment knocks at my door, I choose to raise my hands in prayer instead of giving in to despair. When sorrow tries to pull me down, I remember your courage, your devotion, and your unwavering strength. They become my strength too.

I don't know what tomorrow holds. I don't know how every unanswered prayer will unfold. But I know this: I belong to you, and I will continue to place my faith in your grace. Whether life brings joy or hardship, success or failure, I will keep returning to you.

My prayer is simple:

Jai Hanuman. Jai Shree Ram

You are my refuge when hope is lost, my courage when I am afraid, my strength when I am weak, and my peace when my heart is restless.

No matter what comes into my life, I will continue to say with faith and gratitude:

Jai Hanuman. Thank you for never leaving my side.

Thanks for Reading 

Prateek Gupta 

10:26 PM

Delhi, India

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