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Ravi Panghal
White speak from Heart ❤️ ©Ravi Panghal #GoodMorning Nojoto speaks from the Heart
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The moment where every Javed sahab fan will break down Poetry #javedakhtar #urdu #वीडियो
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Every inanimate being born on this earth is present in the direction and intensive continuity of deeds and is also trapped and afflicted by every physical phenomenon and its concupiscence resulting from its excluding and including consequences. It is a supreme belief and doctrine of the profound law of living mainstream. One day or another, every aliveful energy is destined to be liberated and contained in the nothingness of this entire universe by merging into some infinite divinity. This is not an improbable and unthinking verb; it is about the case of imposing materialism maturely. All this is possible in the absence or impendence of doings, but emancipation is implausible, unthinkable, and impracticable by turning away from all these or by self-reunification with attendance methods. No one can achieve perfection at all in this. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Deeds #Consequences #Energy #Emancipation #Lives #YourQuote #Viraaj
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
Viraaj Sisodiya
Guru's'supreme power' is unbroken and is spread all over the animate and inanimate worlds. I bow to the God who has shown that supreme position to the entire macrocosm. By applying the eye-liner of knowledge from the Guru's stick, the darkness of ignorance is dispelled, and the eyes of knowledge are fully opened. The secrets, capabilities, importance, specialty, and reach of life are all absorbed in the Guru's surging energy. In which there is a cessation of sins, lowliness, and misdeeds. The only way to cross the world in every situation with the Param Guru is to surrender to him. In this materiality, his refuge and every educational kindness are capable of overcoming all crimes, despicableness, and demerits. This is a meditation that maintains happiness. Seeing the Guru daily is like getting your desired result whenever you want. A crossing wish from his mouth is completely true, and the penchant is fulfilled. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #GuruPurnima #SupremePower #Energy #Lives #Macrocosm #YourQuote #Viraaj
Viraaj Sisodiya
You are beholden to nature in the background and the introduction of this earth because it is the testimonial of billions of lives. It is full of nutrients. In many interracial groupings, species and genera do this assortment, which is the taxonomy of each phylum. The bestowal, which gives testimony and portraiture of the being of the world, is your witness to its suffix and prefix forms. Nature is like adjectives and adverbs that always vary and polish your presence. This is a survey of your serviceable affairs. You are at your parsimonious ultima at the pivotal pole of nature; it is not a pusillanimous, frivolous, tenuous, and unscalable opinion poll. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Nature #Background #Earth #Lives #Phylum #YourQuote #Viraaj
Viraaj Sisodiya
The growing population is bound to manifest itself on a grand scale as the scarcity of resources and minerals on earth causes environmental issues to arise due to pressure on chastity and exactitude in this nature. The lives of Democrats will be changed into large variations in the pursuit of a prosperous life and the factions of every policy of modernization. Every living soul will be deprived of purity and precision as they will be genocidally opposed and confiscated with heavy wrecking equipment supplied by that era because they have licence for it. They will continue to carry on and perpetuate poverty, unemployment, and illiteracy. In today's epoch, population growth is needed to moratorium in an extreme manner, so that overpopulation can be prevented. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Population #Nature #Environment #Lives #Modernization #YourQuote #Viraajsisodiya
Kiran Chaudhary
White "Think twice, plan once – family planning saves lives." ©Kiran Chaudhary Think twice, plan once – family planning saves lives." #WORLD_POPULATION_DAY
Think twice, plan once – family planning saves lives." #WORLD_POPULATION_DAY #मोटिवेशनल
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