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Mr&Mrs. 1478

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White जीवन का मतलब भावना और वास्तव इनकी जुगाड़, हर एक मोड पर भावनाओ को भुलकर वास्तव को स्विकार करना होगा ©Mrs.1478 #Highlight

White जीवन का मतलब भावना और वास्तव इनकी जुगाड़, हर एक मोड पर भावनाओ को भुलकर वास्तव को स्विकार करना होगा ©Mrs.1478 #Highlight

twisha ray

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In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray Soar high #trnojo170 #justicefortilottamma #kitesfly

In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray Soar high #trnojo170 #justicefortilottamma #kitesfly

Gargi Banerjee

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Staring out from the window of an unknown city, in a land that feels foreign, whispers of the past still echo. The voices, their words, the promises—they linger like ghosts in the corners of my mind. I long to answer, yet the silence is heavy, locked inside. My heart, a stone, caught in my throat. How do I share this ache, over and over, with those who have already tired of its weight? I see us—once hand in hand, promising to meet every turn in life together. Those late-night walks, the unplanned escapes, the streets we dreamed of wandering. Now that you’re gone, where do I place these dreams? A hollow wraps around me, a shadow I cannot shake. I sit by the window, watching silhouettes rise and fall—some familiar, some strangers—drifting like smoke in the memory of you. They ask how I am, tell me to find joy in what remains, that there’s more to life than this. But I live in the life we imagined—alone. I’ve gained the world, but what is it worth? It was always you—my beginning, my end. Now, I walk those unknown streets, haunted by the shadows of what once was, knowing nothing will ever be the same. The air feels thicker, every step heavier, as if the past clings to my very skin. I search the faces of strangers, hoping for a glimpse of you in the crowd, a familiar echo in the noise. As they say- loving is short, but forgetting is long. I once believed love could fill every empty space, that time would heal every wound. But now I see—some voids grow with time, and some wounds never close. The weight of absence becomes part of you, and in chasing the past, I’ve forgotten how to live in the present. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #Highlights #followers

Staring out from the window of an unknown city, in a land that feels foreign, whispers of the past still echo. The voices, their words, the promises—they linger like ghosts in the corners of my mind. I long to answer, yet the silence is heavy, locked inside. My heart, a stone, caught in my throat. How do I share this ache, over and over, with those who have already tired of its weight? I see us—once hand in hand, promising to meet every turn in life together. Those late-night walks, the unplanned escapes, the streets we dreamed of wandering. Now that you’re gone, where do I place these dreams? A hollow wraps around me, a shadow I cannot shake. I sit by the window, watching silhouettes rise and fall—some familiar, some strangers—drifting like smoke in the memory of you. They ask how I am, tell me to find joy in what remains, that there’s more to life than this. But I live in the life we imagined—alone. I’ve gained the world, but what is it worth? It was always you—my beginning, my end. Now, I walk those unknown streets, haunted by the shadows of what once was, knowing nothing will ever be the same. The air feels thicker, every step heavier, as if the past clings to my very skin. I search the faces of strangers, hoping for a glimpse of you in the crowd, a familiar echo in the noise. As they say- loving is short, but forgetting is long. I once believed love could fill every empty space, that time would heal every wound. But now I see—some voids grow with time, and some wounds never close. The weight of absence becomes part of you, and in chasing the past, I’ve forgotten how to live in the present. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #Highlights #followers