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Gudiya Devi

story in English The cocorodil and the river #शायरी

White Once upon a time in the middle of the forest there was a river .

©Gudiya Devi story in English The cocorodil and the river

Ravi Panghal

#GoodMorning Nojoto speaks from the Heart #Life

White speak from Heart ❤️

©Ravi Panghal #GoodMorning Nojoto speaks from the Heart

usFAUJI

our education system Teacher #Student #RESPECT #usfauji #Life

Luree

When Your System is unable to Support You. sad quotes about life and pain #SAD

Aankho Ki Naami Kuch iss Kadar Bari!
Look at that Black & Bubble Eye's.
Mann Ki Hatash Kuch iis Kadar Bari!
Look at that Heavy & Stare Mind.
Dil Ka Rona Kuch iis Kadar Bara!
Look at that Suffocating & Wattery Heart.

Dear Eyes,Dear Mind,Dear Heart
Don't Leave Me Lone Like This!
Who Will Push & Nourish My Soul?
If You you All Shutdown Like This!

©Luree When Your System is unable to Support You.

sad quotes about life and pain

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

#Friendship A best friend is someone who knows the beat of your heart and is ready to set your own heart to the same beat.! Happy Friends #ಆಲೋಚನೆಗಳು #hashim_bannur_Socialmedia #hashim_bannur_Nojoto #happyfriendshipday2024

twisha ray

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart

The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 Broken💔Heart #Love

$In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart$

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#Creativity THE NEW IDEA 💡 SHARING TO ALL STUDENT IN STUDY OTHER STATE AND OTHER COUNTRY AND MONEY SPENT HOUSE AND FOOD AND STUDY MATERI #Motivational