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ASHISH KUMAR YADAV

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White सबसे बड़े Leader की सबसे बड़ी सक्सेस मंत्र ये है कि वो हमेशा Great Story के रूप में बाते करते हैं। ©ASHISH KUMAR YADAV #engineers_day #Nojoto #Nojoto #nojoto❤ #Nojoto2liner #nojoto2020 #Like #like4like

White सबसे बड़े Leader की सबसे बड़ी सक्सेस मंत्र ये है कि वो हमेशा Great Story के रूप में बाते करते हैं। ©ASHISH KUMAR YADAV #engineers_day #Nojoto #Nojoto #nojoto❤ #Nojoto2liner #nojoto2020 #Like #like4like

Shweta Suman

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I miss the old me, with dreams so bright, Eyes aglow and wings for flight. I miss the old me, with a smile so pure, Candid and undefiled, of that I'm sure. I miss the old me, when my heart was free, Unruled by logic, wild with glee. I miss the old me, when decisions were mine, When triumphs felt like clouds divine. I miss the old me, with eyes that gleamed, Ingenious and bold, unshadowed by fear. I lost the old me in life's shifting game, Now captured in a photo frame. ©Shweta Suman #old me

I miss the old me, with dreams so bright, Eyes aglow and wings for flight. I miss the old me, with a smile so pure, Candid and undefiled, of that I'm sure. I miss the old me, when my heart was free, Unruled by logic, wild with glee. I miss the old me, when decisions were mine, When triumphs felt like clouds divine. I miss the old me, with eyes that gleamed, Ingenious and bold, unshadowed by fear. I lost the old me in life's shifting game, Now captured in a photo frame. ©Shweta Suman #old me

twisha ray

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In the folds of time, where shadows blend, History and fiction, two threads transcend. One tells of truths in relics and dust, The other, imagines what might have been, must. Ancient echoes dance through the written page, Kings and queens in their gilded cage. Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale, Where destinies shift and old truths pale. History’s ink is bound by time's decree, While fiction’s quill roams wild and free. Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved, Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved. Together they weave a rich tapestry, Of what was, and what could yet be. In the blend of fact and imagined lore, Our understanding deepens evermore. So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight, Merge in the stories that ignite. In the realm where past and dreams entwine, The truth and the imagined, together shine. ©twisha ray old books #trnojo128 #thoughfulness #historyrepeat

In the folds of time, where shadows blend, History and fiction, two threads transcend. One tells of truths in relics and dust, The other, imagines what might have been, must. Ancient echoes dance through the written page, Kings and queens in their gilded cage. Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale, Where destinies shift and old truths pale. History’s ink is bound by time's decree, While fiction’s quill roams wild and free. Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved, Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved. Together they weave a rich tapestry, Of what was, and what could yet be. In the blend of fact and imagined lore, Our understanding deepens evermore. So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight, Merge in the stories that ignite. In the realm where past and dreams entwine, The truth and the imagined, together shine. ©twisha ray old books #trnojo128 #thoughfulness #historyrepeat

Wangshilila Imz

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White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy

White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy