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Laxmi sinha

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दुनिया ka kala sach जिंदगी bhi apki jan bhi apki jina dusro ke hisab se hoga 🙏 ©Laxmi sinha #life #other #Pyar

दुनिया ka kala sach जिंदगी bhi apki jan bhi apki jina dusro ke hisab se hoga 🙏 ©Laxmi sinha #life #other #Pyar

Ankit Rathi

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White सुबह से सब उत्साहित थे ना था कोई गमगीन रोज से कुछ हट के था आज का दिन कोई लगा सजावट में बनाने रंगोली फुलों के संग तो कोई ले आया फटके जिनके थे विभिन्न रंग कई लोग मिले थे आपस में पहली बार कई आए थे साथ पुराने यार हर कोई पूजा में था उत्साह से भरा तो कोई खाने के लिए भी व्याकुल रहा खाया सबने दाल बाटी संग सीरा फिर झूमा हर कोई संगीत पे बन के मीरा उछाल उछाल के सब ने दिए बम फोड़ पटाखों से तंग करने की मची हुई थी होड़ अंत में सब को मिला एक सूटकेस रंगीन इसी तरह समाप्त किया सबने आज के दिवाली पूजन का दिन ©Ankit Rathi Day spent in office for diwali can be too long for some and fraction of minute for some. Some may enjoy the day other may feel bored as alwa

White सुबह से सब उत्साहित थे ना था कोई गमगीन रोज से कुछ हट के था आज का दिन कोई लगा सजावट में बनाने रंगोली फुलों के संग तो कोई ले आया फटके जिनके थे विभिन्न रंग कई लोग मिले थे आपस में पहली बार कई आए थे साथ पुराने यार हर कोई पूजा में था उत्साह से भरा तो कोई खाने के लिए भी व्याकुल रहा खाया सबने दाल बाटी संग सीरा फिर झूमा हर कोई संगीत पे बन के मीरा उछाल उछाल के सब ने दिए बम फोड़ पटाखों से तंग करने की मची हुई थी होड़ अंत में सब को मिला एक सूटकेस रंगीन इसी तरह समाप्त किया सबने आज के दिवाली पूजन का दिन ©Ankit Rathi Day spent in office for diwali can be too long for some and fraction of minute for some. Some may enjoy the day other may feel bored as alwa

Deeksha Pilania

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love is so short, forgetting is so long. - Pablo Neruda ©Deeksha Pilania #love# respect for each other shayari on life

love is so short, forgetting is so long. - Pablo Neruda ©Deeksha Pilania #love# respect for each other shayari on life

मलंग

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White तस्य वचनस्य भारं पृच्छतु। अधरे मौनं केन उत्थापितम्!! Ask the weight of words from someone who has silence on his lips!! लफ्जों का वजन उससे पूछो, जिसने उठा रखी हो ख़ामोशी लबों पर !! ©मलंग #Words

White तस्य वचनस्य भारं पृच्छतु। अधरे मौनं केन उत्थापितम्!! Ask the weight of words from someone who has silence on his lips!! लफ्जों का वजन उससे पूछो, जिसने उठा रखी हो ख़ामोशी लबों पर !! ©मलंग #Words

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