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Shahdab khan

Heart' #Heart #Love

Mohan raj

Life Lessons Shiv Bhakti The deeds are good, the heart is true, the rest is all due to the grace of Mahadev.

कर्म भद्रं हृदयं सत्यं, विश्रामं सर्वं महादेवस्य प्रसादतः।
कर्म अच्छा है, हृदय सच्चा है, बाकी सब महादेव की कृपा है।
The deeds are good, the heart is true, the rest is all due to the grace of Mahadev.
Dhanywaad Har Har Mahadev

©Mohan raj #Life Lessons Shiv Bhakti The deeds are good, the heart is true, the rest is all due to the grace of Mahadev.

Mohan raj

#Life Lessons Love has the power to win the heart, hatred also has the same power which fills the heart with ego

प्रेम में हृदय को जीतने की शक्ति है, घृणा में भी वही शक्ति है जो हृदय को अहंकार से भर देती है
प्रेम्णः हृदयं जितुम् शक्तिः अस्ति, द्वेषस्य अपि अहङ्कारेण हृदयं पूरयितुं शक्तिः अस्ति।
Love has the power to win the heart, hatred also has the same power which fills the heart with ego
Dhanywaad Har Har Mahadev

©Mohan raj #Life Lessons Love has the power to win the heart, hatred also has the same power which fills the heart with ego

Cricket

If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the m #SAD

White If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the mind, it stops both the speed and progress of a man....

©Cricket If it goes into the tire, it changes the speed of the vehicle worth lakhs of rupees.. Similarly, if a small negative thought goes into the m

Ravi kanojia

#Heart

Ravi Panghal

#GoodMorning Nojoto speaks from the Heart #Life

White speak from Heart ❤️

©Ravi Panghal #GoodMorning Nojoto speaks from the Heart

Subhendu Bhattacharya

#come Into The Garden, Maud #Poetry

Srinivas

You can't pour joy into others from a heart that's empty—nourish your own soul, and happiness will overflow. #Life

You can't pour joy into others from a heart that's empty—nourish your own soul, and happiness will overflow.

©Srinivas You can't pour joy into others from a heart that's empty—nourish your own soul, and happiness will overflow.

life lesson

#Broken #Heart #Broken💔Heart #Life #Broken💔Heart

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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