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Velvet Samara
@samridhi1 #988823
Architect by degree, designer by profession and writer as a hobby.
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I know…
You don’t recall my name,
Or the gifts I once gave you —
I understand.
But tell me,
Did my presence ever feel like home to you?
If yes… then you do know me.
The world may know me by a name,
But do you still recognize
The voice of my heart —
The one that once spoke only to you?
You don’t recall my name,
Or the gifts I once gave you —
I understand.
But tell me,
Did my presence ever feel like home to you?
If yes… then you do know me.
The world may know me by a name,
But do you still recognize
The voice of my heart —
The one that once spoke only to you?
A Letter to the Memories That Fade Away
I know I lost you.
I know I once asked you to hold me,
And yet, I was the one
Who freed myself from you.
Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me feel whole.
Yet, I still hope to never see you again.
I hope to never miss you again.
Life goes on, and so did I.
I was simple. I shined.
But now, I am just fine.
I objectified myself back then,
Changed myself for someone else.
To read the full story, please follow the link:
https://app.t2.world/article/cm8hdq61u01tqlu41c7ckzk1h
I know I lost you.
I know I once asked you to hold me,
And yet, I was the one
Who freed myself from you.
Sometimes you make me smile.
Sometimes you make me feel whole.
Yet, I still hope to never see you again.
I hope to never miss you again.
Life goes on, and so did I.
I was simple. I shined.
But now, I am just fine.
I objectified myself back then,
Changed myself for someone else.
To read the full story, please follow the link:
https://app.t2.world/article/cm8hdq61u01tqlu41c7ckzk1h
Spacing is one of the most underrated design tools.
At first, it confused me—but when you get it right, everything breathes. The layout just clicks.
Even a 4px shift in padding or white space can change how clean, premium, or chaotic your page feels.
Ex: Tight text = stress. Proper margins = elegance.
Add your examples for good spacing and bad spacing.
At first, it confused me—but when you get it right, everything breathes. The layout just clicks.
Even a 4px shift in padding or white space can change how clean, premium, or chaotic your page feels.
Ex: Tight text = stress. Proper margins = elegance.
Add your examples for good spacing and bad spacing.
Please don’t call me
After it ends.
Please don’t call me
When you have no one else to tell.
I’m messed up.
I’m alone.
I know I’m going to miss you,
But I have to hold on—
Hold on for 21 days.
You were a drug I always ended up with,
Somehow, again and again.
I just need to be miserable for 21 days,
And then it’s done.
Done for good.
Done for better.
After it ends.
Please don’t call me
When you have no one else to tell.
I’m messed up.
I’m alone.
I know I’m going to miss you,
But I have to hold on—
Hold on for 21 days.
You were a drug I always ended up with,
Somehow, again and again.
I just need to be miserable for 21 days,
And then it’s done.
Done for good.
Done for better.
Are You Really Okay?
Tell me, are you truly fine— Since that bond began to fade with time? Since you walked through winds that tore, Are you whole, or bruised at the core?
You called your tears a passing rain, A seasonless storm to mask the pain. But night by night, within those walls, How many tears did silence recall?
How many pillows have known your ache? How much of you did each sob take? And still, you say, “I’m doing well,” While inside, you're trapped in a quiet shell.
You still keep their photos neat— In your phone, like moments on repeat. Their picture pressed inside your purse, As if forgetting would make it worse.
You said you moved on, left it all behind, Yet memories linger, so intertwined. In every corner, in every sigh, Their shadow lingers, passing by.
Are you okay?—the question returns, And each time, your silence burns. You answer “yes” with trembling grace, While sorrow sleeps behind your face.
Tell me, are you truly fine— Since that bond began to fade with time? Since you walked through winds that tore, Are you whole, or bruised at the core?
You called your tears a passing rain, A seasonless storm to mask the pain. But night by night, within those walls, How many tears did silence recall?
How many pillows have known your ache? How much of you did each sob take? And still, you say, “I’m doing well,” While inside, you're trapped in a quiet shell.
You still keep their photos neat— In your phone, like moments on repeat. Their picture pressed inside your purse, As if forgetting would make it worse.
You said you moved on, left it all behind, Yet memories linger, so intertwined. In every corner, in every sigh, Their shadow lingers, passing by.
Are you okay?—the question returns, And each time, your silence burns. You answer “yes” with trembling grace, While sorrow sleeps behind your face.
Long weekend’s here and I’m just going to laze around now—plans got cancelled. Kinda just hoping something unexpectedly good happens. Already feeling dead inside.
And at last, he came one day,
With flowers in hand, to where I lay.
But I was dust beneath the ground,
Love’s farewell in silence bound.
He came, not for the love we knew,
But to show his beloved something true—
The lifeless form love left behind,
A tale of hearts he’d once entwined.
With flowers in hand, to where I lay.
But I was dust beneath the ground,
Love’s farewell in silence bound.
He came, not for the love we knew,
But to show his beloved something true—
The lifeless form love left behind,
A tale of hearts he’d once entwined.
Todays i made list of things i will do from now on.
1. Learn more about web3.
2. Post on twitter and wrapcast.
3. Create a short film with ai.
4. Learn how to make mini app.
5. Start making my portfolio.
6. Learn ai and designing collaborations.
Hope i will not procrastinate again.
Stay connected to see the progress.
1. Learn more about web3.
2. Post on twitter and wrapcast.
3. Create a short film with ai.
4. Learn how to make mini app.
5. Start making my portfolio.
6. Learn ai and designing collaborations.
Hope i will not procrastinate again.
Stay connected to see the progress.
AI is too dumb to be used by non designers for designing.
We are safe for now.
We are safe for now.
User experience is at the heart of design, whether in architecture or UI/UX. Creating spaces and interfaces that resonate with users leads to deeper engagement and satisfaction. Let’s prioritize the user in every design decision!
What's your worst and best user experience?
What's your worst and best user experience?
It was cheap to be alone,
And maybe a little expensive to be around the people you love the most,
Being rich with friendship they gave you,
Being rich with love they bought for you,
I was happy being poor,
Being vulnerable in a world of rich and poor.
I was happy staying in the corner of a room,
Eating my lunch alone, being around the people I don’t even know.
Being around the people who can’t see the tears of my hope,
I was in the dark,
When they gave me light,
Take me out of the shadow,
To make me alive.
It was dark, i was scared,
I thought i will die,
But in the end they were here.
I am scared i will loose them again,
I am scared to be left alone here again,
I am scared to see the darkest side of hell again.
I really don’t want to be poor again,
Thats the reason i want to be left behind, from the start to end, just here.
And maybe a little expensive to be around the people you love the most,
Being rich with friendship they gave you,
Being rich with love they bought for you,
I was happy being poor,
Being vulnerable in a world of rich and poor.
I was happy staying in the corner of a room,
Eating my lunch alone, being around the people I don’t even know.
Being around the people who can’t see the tears of my hope,
I was in the dark,
When they gave me light,
Take me out of the shadow,
To make me alive.
It was dark, i was scared,
I thought i will die,
But in the end they were here.
I am scared i will loose them again,
I am scared to be left alone here again,
I am scared to see the darkest side of hell again.
I really don’t want to be poor again,
Thats the reason i want to be left behind, from the start to end, just here.
She had the fragrance of a gajra,
When she smiled, even the moon blushed.
How those fragrant locks swayed...
A gajra adorned her hair,
And a strand that fell over her eyes—
She gently moved it away with love.
Even the scent of rain would fade beside her,
When a raindrop touched her eyes.
Even God would surrender upon seeing her.
When she smiled, even the moon blushed.
How those fragrant locks swayed...
A gajra adorned her hair,
And a strand that fell over her eyes—
She gently moved it away with love.
Even the scent of rain would fade beside her,
When a raindrop touched her eyes.
Even God would surrender upon seeing her.
The intersection of architecture and UI/UX design reveals how both fields can learn from each other. By applying architectural principles to digital design, we can create holistic experiences that engage users in meaningful ways.
What do you think?
What Can we learn from different designing field?
What do you think?
What Can we learn from different designing field?
I asked the birds the direction of love,
They pointed where the sun first bleeds.
“Follow the drum within your chest,”
They whispered through the reeds.
But even stars can lose their place,
And petals break in bloom—
So tell me,
can I walk away from spring,
with autumn in my womb?
They pointed where the sun first bleeds.
“Follow the drum within your chest,”
They whispered through the reeds.
But even stars can lose their place,
And petals break in bloom—
So tell me,
can I walk away from spring,
with autumn in my womb?
As a designer with a background in architecture, I see the powerful connection between architecture and UI/UX design. Both prioritize user experience, using color theory to evoke emotions. Fast-food chains use bold colors to encourage quick dining, while fine dining opts for calming hues. In UI/UX, colors guide user behavior—red signals actions to avoid, while soothing tones invite users to stay. By blending principles from both fields, we can create meaningful experiences in both physical and digital spaces.
Tell me your thoughts 💭
Tell me your thoughts 💭
Why is this so hard to let a person go?
When they are already gone
Why i am holding him back?
He was just running away,
He ran faster then anything in the world..
Away from me,
Away from us,
He is he
But why i became us?
I should let him go,
And free myself..
I am in a cage,
Made of fake love..
It was just attraction,
I am just addicted ,
He was a drug,
And i became insane.
When they are already gone
Why i am holding him back?
He was just running away,
He ran faster then anything in the world..
Away from me,
Away from us,
He is he
But why i became us?
I should let him go,
And free myself..
I am in a cage,
Made of fake love..
It was just attraction,
I am just addicted ,
He was a drug,
And i became insane.
She was a rose
I wanted to hold,
But had thorns
All around her.
I was bleeding,
But happy inside.
She was a rose—
But a broken one.
I wanted to take her,
But would she survive?
She was a rose—
But a white one,
With stains of blood
On her knife.
She was a rose
That I always wanted,
But could never have.
Is this a trick
For me to die?
She was a rose
In the wild.
She knows
How to survive.
She had thorns—
But only for those
Who came for her beauty.
She was broken,
But for eternity
She will stay.
She will remain,
And grow stronger
Every day.
I wanted to hold,
But had thorns
All around her.
I was bleeding,
But happy inside.
She was a rose—
But a broken one.
I wanted to take her,
But would she survive?
She was a rose—
But a white one,
With stains of blood
On her knife.
She was a rose
That I always wanted,
But could never have.
Is this a trick
For me to die?
She was a rose
In the wild.
She knows
How to survive.
She had thorns—
But only for those
Who came for her beauty.
She was broken,
But for eternity
She will stay.
She will remain,
And grow stronger
Every day.
