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White A LOOK AT LIFE-140 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The higher you go The lonelier you feel The more sophisticated you become The more you miss life Calculations, permutations and combinations Dreams, desires and ambitions unlimited Take you miles away from life and reality You miss the fresh morning sun The cool breeze coming across And the romantic moon weaving dreams of love You miss the first rain The smell of moist earth The smile on your child's lips The dreamy eyes of your better half The love and concern of your parents Your status Creates a golden cage Where you stay alone Talk to yourself It never allows you to come out And live your normal life Standing on the top of the world You cry in vain Find none to share your feelings You celebrate your success all alone With no one to cheer No one with you except your inflated go Be aware of yourself You are your biggest enemy It is you, no one else Who deprives you of life and its beauty Your quest for nothing creates a big void And land you in a no man's land Where you find nothing But a ladder that never ends Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-140 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The higher you go The lonelier you feel The more sophisticated you become The more

White A LOOK AT LIFE-140 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The higher you go The lonelier you feel The more sophisticated you become The more you miss life Calculations, permutations and combinations Dreams, desires and ambitions unlimited Take you miles away from life and reality You miss the fresh morning sun The cool breeze coming across And the romantic moon weaving dreams of love You miss the first rain The smell of moist earth The smile on your child's lips The dreamy eyes of your better half The love and concern of your parents Your status Creates a golden cage Where you stay alone Talk to yourself It never allows you to come out And live your normal life Standing on the top of the world You cry in vain Find none to share your feelings You celebrate your success all alone With no one to cheer No one with you except your inflated go Be aware of yourself You are your biggest enemy It is you, no one else Who deprives you of life and its beauty Your quest for nothing creates a big void And land you in a no man's land Where you find nothing But a ladder that never ends Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sad_quotes A LOOK AT LIFE-140 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY The higher you go The lonelier you feel The more sophisticated you become The more

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In 1527, during the Mughal Empire's rise, a skilled weaver named Anaya lived in Agra. Her tapestries, rich with intricate designs, adorned many homes. One day, Emperor Babur, fascinated by her art, requested a tapestry for his new palace. Anaya crafted a stunning piece, blending Mughal and local motifs, symbolizing unity. The tapestry, depicting a grand lotus intertwined with symbols of diverse cultures, captivated Babur. Impressed by her vision, the emperor honored Anaya, showcasing how art could bridge divides and celebrate the empire's diversity. Anaya's work became a cherished emblem of Mughal grandeur and unity. ©twisha ray Weaving story #trnojo112 #historicalfiction #agraprincess

In 1527, during the Mughal Empire's rise, a skilled weaver named Anaya lived in Agra. Her tapestries, rich with intricate designs, adorned many homes. One day, Emperor Babur, fascinated by her art, requested a tapestry for his new palace. Anaya crafted a stunning piece, blending Mughal and local motifs, symbolizing unity. The tapestry, depicting a grand lotus intertwined with symbols of diverse cultures, captivated Babur. Impressed by her vision, the emperor honored Anaya, showcasing how art could bridge divides and celebrate the empire's diversity. Anaya's work became a cherished emblem of Mughal grandeur and unity. ©twisha ray Weaving story #trnojo112 #historicalfiction #agraprincess