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kavi Abhishek Pathak

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har sham din dhalne ke baad.. tum yaad aate ho.. bith gyi umar sari... ki, bith gyi umar sari.. tujhe yaad karne main par na jane kyu... tum nazar nhi aate ho ©kavi Abhishek Pathak #RIP #Broken

har sham din dhalne ke baad.. tum yaad aate ho.. bith gyi umar sari... ki, bith gyi umar sari.. tujhe yaad karne main par na jane kyu... tum nazar nhi aate ho ©kavi Abhishek Pathak #RIP #Broken

Suma Shivanna Suma Shivanna

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White No One Can Match Your Kindness💔 ©Suma Shivanna Suma Shivanna #Ratan_Tata rip💔

White No One Can Match Your Kindness💔 ©Suma Shivanna Suma Shivanna #Ratan_Tata rip💔

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तू आम सा न जान हमें ऐ हसीन शख़्स :::::::::::: जैसा तू अब हैं जवानी में हम भी थे :::::::::::: R I P SIR ©Srk writes # Ratan data. RIP 😭

तू आम सा न जान हमें ऐ हसीन शख़्स :::::::::::: जैसा तू अब हैं जवानी में हम भी थे :::::::::::: R I P SIR ©Srk writes # Ratan data. RIP 😭

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White Vo bichda is kadar ki rut hi badal gyi... Ak shaks pure shehar ko viran kar gya....!! ©Chandni khan786 #Ratan_Tata ...#RIP

White Vo bichda is kadar ki rut hi badal gyi... Ak shaks pure shehar ko viran kar gya....!! ©Chandni khan786 #Ratan_Tata ...#RIP

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

Jeenu Sarswat

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cikhe sun k ek beti ki . . duniya ki hr aurt sochti h mere ghr beti peda hi naa ho ©Jeenu Sarswat #RIP

cikhe sun k ek beti ki . . duniya ki hr aurt sochti h mere ghr beti peda hi naa ho ©Jeenu Sarswat #RIP