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White you are the best for me to come into mylife thank so much my lovely 😍🌹 ©Nejest #love_shayari tag to your love

White you are the best for me to come into mylife thank so much my lovely 😍🌹 ©Nejest #love_shayari tag to your love

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Your education is a powerful weapon; wield it with wisdom and kindness to carve a path of success that benefits both you and society. ©Srinivas Your education is a powerful weapon; wield it with wisdom and kindness to carve a path of success that benefits both you and society.

Your education is a powerful weapon; wield it with wisdom and kindness to carve a path of success that benefits both you and society. ©Srinivas Your education is a powerful weapon; wield it with wisdom and kindness to carve a path of success that benefits both you and society.

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आपको अपने जीवन को एक नई दिशा देने के लिए कुछ आशा रखनी होगी भवतः जीवनं नूतनं दिशां दातुं भवता किञ्चित् आशां वहितव्या You have to carry some hope to give your life a new direction धन्यवाद हर हर महादेव ©Mohan raj #लाइफ लेसंस You have to carry some hope to give your life a new direction

आपको अपने जीवन को एक नई दिशा देने के लिए कुछ आशा रखनी होगी भवतः जीवनं नूतनं दिशां दातुं भवता किञ्चित् आशां वहितव्या You have to carry some hope to give your life a new direction धन्यवाद हर हर महादेव ©Mohan raj #लाइफ लेसंस You have to carry some hope to give your life a new direction

Krishnan

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The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

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Their triumph is a story, but yours is waiting to be written—focus on your pages, not theirs. ©Srinivas Their triumph is a story, but yours is waiting to be written—focus on your pages, not theirs.

Their triumph is a story, but yours is waiting to be written—focus on your pages, not theirs. ©Srinivas Their triumph is a story, but yours is waiting to be written—focus on your pages, not theirs.

twisha ray

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Dear Sushoryan Mukharis, After eleven years, I look back at our shared moments with a mix of nostalgia and clarity. You’re now a father, and it’s evident you’ve moved forward. I’ve come to understand that true love is rare, and it seems karma plays a role in our lives. I wonder why you caused me pain—was it truly worth it? Though I can’t return to who I was in 2015 and 2016, I remain dedicated to my work and to the well-being of others. Love, in its truest form, is unconditional, and I still wish you well. As for the little things—I’ve developed a dislike for silk chocolate, biryani with potatoes, and chocolate ice cream. These are just remnants of our past, which, despite everything, hold a special place in my memories. Take care, Be safe Sincerely, Tashira Renay ©twisha ray A letter I wish to send to God because some people will read as fictional story so the name is but let it be lesson for other #trnojo165 #

Dear Sushoryan Mukharis, After eleven years, I look back at our shared moments with a mix of nostalgia and clarity. You’re now a father, and it’s evident you’ve moved forward. I’ve come to understand that true love is rare, and it seems karma plays a role in our lives. I wonder why you caused me pain—was it truly worth it? Though I can’t return to who I was in 2015 and 2016, I remain dedicated to my work and to the well-being of others. Love, in its truest form, is unconditional, and I still wish you well. As for the little things—I’ve developed a dislike for silk chocolate, biryani with potatoes, and chocolate ice cream. These are just remnants of our past, which, despite everything, hold a special place in my memories. Take care, Be safe Sincerely, Tashira Renay ©twisha ray A letter I wish to send to God because some people will read as fictional story so the name is but let it be lesson for other #trnojo165 #

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A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

A letter to my binder (edit) For years I had you hidden And during those years I filled you with my thoughts All of my hidden tears Many years of memories Have been written inside you You kept my papers in order Together beside you we grew All of my secrets and ideas And my notes I never shared You made them safe for me Things that I would not dare You were beside me every step Taking all that my mind bared And you kept my thoughts quiet About stuff that I cared Now I display you proudly My thoughts now open, and You stuck beside me since day one Things I wrote to help with coping I thank you binder for all you have done I look forward to many more years Of you being one of my best friends Quietly you held my biggest fears ©Schizology A letter to my binder (edit) #Binder #Poetry #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

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Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience

Dear Food, I want to start by acknowledging the value you bring into my life. I respect the nourishment and energy you provide. However, I must admit that there are certain foods I find unappealing and cannot enjoy, despite your benefits. My body rejects some of you, which makes it challenging to consume what I don’t like. My mother, a PhD holder and an exceptional homemaker, has taught me the importance of not wasting food. I strive to honor her teachings by minimizing waste and making mindful choices. Yet, balancing this with my personal preferences is sometimes difficult. Thank you for understanding my perspective and for the role you play in my life. Sincerely, ©twisha ray dear food letter #trnojo126 #thoughtsofheart #Life_experience