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बाबूराव (मेरे विचार)

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वक्त के फैसले कभी गलत नही होते, बस साबित होने में वक्त लगता है। ©बाबूराव (मेरे विचार) #Time #Important #message #Life

वक्त के फैसले कभी गलत नही होते, बस साबित होने में वक्त लगता है। ©बाबूराव (मेरे विचार) #Time #Important #message #Life

Lavucreativity

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The blessings of Goddess Katyayani are said to purify the devotee's sins, drive out malicious spirits and eliminate obstacles. ©Lavucreativity #navratri Navratri festival message #God

The blessings of Goddess Katyayani are said to purify the devotee's sins, drive out malicious spirits and eliminate obstacles. ©Lavucreativity #navratri Navratri festival message #God

Yogita Harne

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White न किसी से जीतना था, न किसी को हराना था.... न किसी को कुछ बताना था, न किसी को जताना था.... उसके जीवन मे एक नन्ही खिली थी बस उस कली को माली की तरह सहेजना था... अपनी नन्ही चिडिया को मजबूत पंख और आकाश देना था... She is very Ambitious,. Her standard is high.... हर बात को हवा मे उडाकर उसको तो आगे बढना था... Happy Daughters day To Dear Mothers... अपने पापा की परियां.. आज अपने घरो की है "Unsung Warriors'.... Beautiful Daughters are now Strong Mothers We shall over come. Its only the Prayer... ©Yogita Harne #sad_shayari Daughters day ..is a Mothers day

White न किसी से जीतना था, न किसी को हराना था.... न किसी को कुछ बताना था, न किसी को जताना था.... उसके जीवन मे एक नन्ही खिली थी बस उस कली को माली की तरह सहेजना था... अपनी नन्ही चिडिया को मजबूत पंख और आकाश देना था... She is very Ambitious,. Her standard is high.... हर बात को हवा मे उडाकर उसको तो आगे बढना था... Happy Daughters day To Dear Mothers... अपने पापा की परियां.. आज अपने घरो की है "Unsung Warriors'.... Beautiful Daughters are now Strong Mothers We shall over come. Its only the Prayer... ©Yogita Harne #sad_shayari Daughters day ..is a Mothers day

Krishnan

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

Sonu Goyal

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White मुझे एक ऐसा साथ मिला जो निस्वार्थ मन से हर पल मेरे लिए मेरे रहता हैं मेरी हर नाराज़गी को परे रख सिर्फ़ मेरी खुशियों के लिए सोचता हैं जाने क्या हैं उसके मन में क्यूँ मुझे सबसे खास कहता हैं बस दुआ हैं उसके लिए भगवान उसे कभी ख़ुश का मोहताज़ न रखे ©Sonu Goyal for you. happyFriend ship day

White मुझे एक ऐसा साथ मिला जो निस्वार्थ मन से हर पल मेरे लिए मेरे रहता हैं मेरी हर नाराज़गी को परे रख सिर्फ़ मेरी खुशियों के लिए सोचता हैं जाने क्या हैं उसके मन में क्यूँ मुझे सबसे खास कहता हैं बस दुआ हैं उसके लिए भगवान उसे कभी ख़ुश का मोहताज़ न रखे ©Sonu Goyal for you. happyFriend ship day

twisha ray

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In the gentle dawn's embrace, dreams unfold, A canvas blank, awaiting stories yet untold. With the sun's first kiss upon my face, I rise, with purpose, in this tranquil space. Morning dew whispers secrets of the day, As I weave ambition in each step, in every way. From dawn's early light to the noon's high cheer, Productivity blooms, dispelling any fear. In the quiet hours, when the world yet dreams, I sow the seeds of diligence in silent streams. Tasks unfold like petals in the morning sun, A symphony of progress, each note a rung I've won. Noontide beckons with its vibrant hue, Fueling the fire of what I set out to do. With each hour passing, I grow and thrive, In this dance of effort, I feel alive. For every moment seized, each goal achieved, I find the strength to rise, to believe. From morning's gentle call to afternoon's bright glow, I shape my destiny, with purpose, row by row. So let the morning light guide my way, Fuel my spirit through the bustling day. In this journey from dawn to the sunlit crest, I embrace productivity, my very best. For as the day unfolds and shadows flee, I am the architect of what will be. From morning to afternoon, I find my stride, In this productive rhythm, I joyously abide. ©twisha ray Blank Canvas for the day #Morning #vibesofnewbegining #trnojo41

In the gentle dawn's embrace, dreams unfold, A canvas blank, awaiting stories yet untold. With the sun's first kiss upon my face, I rise, with purpose, in this tranquil space. Morning dew whispers secrets of the day, As I weave ambition in each step, in every way. From dawn's early light to the noon's high cheer, Productivity blooms, dispelling any fear. In the quiet hours, when the world yet dreams, I sow the seeds of diligence in silent streams. Tasks unfold like petals in the morning sun, A symphony of progress, each note a rung I've won. Noontide beckons with its vibrant hue, Fueling the fire of what I set out to do. With each hour passing, I grow and thrive, In this dance of effort, I feel alive. For every moment seized, each goal achieved, I find the strength to rise, to believe. From morning's gentle call to afternoon's bright glow, I shape my destiny, with purpose, row by row. So let the morning light guide my way, Fuel my spirit through the bustling day. In this journey from dawn to the sunlit crest, I embrace productivity, my very best. For as the day unfolds and shadows flee, I am the architect of what will be. From morning to afternoon, I find my stride, In this productive rhythm, I joyously abide. ©twisha ray Blank Canvas for the day #Morning #vibesofnewbegining #trnojo41