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White **success** 🌺success is not a cake, it's a process of making cake those who identify & mix every commodity in correct proportion..🌺 🌺they can distribute the piece of cake in the whole world🌺 alkesh°°° ©Alkesh Lodhi success in not a cake

White **success** 🌺success is not a cake, it's a process of making cake those who identify & mix every commodity in correct proportion..🌺 🌺they can distribute the piece of cake in the whole world🌺 alkesh°°° ©Alkesh Lodhi success in not a cake

Vimal ji

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मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा था कि मेरी जिंदगी में इतनी खुशी आएगी। मेरा नाम रोहन है, और मैं एक छोटे से शहर में रहता था। मेरी जिंदगी सामान्य थी, लेकिन मुझे कभी सच्ची खुशी नहीं मिली थी। एक दिन, मैं अपने दोस्तों के साथ पार्क में गया। वहाँ मैंने एक लड़की को देखा, जिसकी मुस्कराहट ने मेरे दिल को छू लिया। उसका नाम प्रिया था, और हम जल्द ही अच्छे दोस्त बन गए। प्रिया के साथ बिताए हर पल में मुझे खुशी मिली। हम साथ में घूमते, हँसते, और जीवन की छोटी-छोटी बातों में खुशी ढूंढते। मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा था कि मेरी जिंदगी में इतनी खुशी आएगी। एक दिन, प्रिया ने मुझे बताया कि वह मुझसे प्यार करती है। मेरे दिल की धड़कनें बढ़ गईं, और मैंने भी अपने दिल की बात कह दी। उस दिन से, हमारी जिंदगी में खुशी का ठिकाना नहीं रहा। अब मैं जानता हूँ कि सच्ची खुशी प्यार और साथ में मिलती है। प्रिया के साथ मेरी जिंदगी संवर गई है, और मैं कभी भी उसके बिना नहीं रहना चाहता। इस कहानी से आपको प्यार और खुशी की महत्ता का एहसास होगा! ©Vimal ji #storytelling

मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा था कि मेरी जिंदगी में इतनी खुशी आएगी। मेरा नाम रोहन है, और मैं एक छोटे से शहर में रहता था। मेरी जिंदगी सामान्य थी, लेकिन मुझे कभी सच्ची खुशी नहीं मिली थी। एक दिन, मैं अपने दोस्तों के साथ पार्क में गया। वहाँ मैंने एक लड़की को देखा, जिसकी मुस्कराहट ने मेरे दिल को छू लिया। उसका नाम प्रिया था, और हम जल्द ही अच्छे दोस्त बन गए। प्रिया के साथ बिताए हर पल में मुझे खुशी मिली। हम साथ में घूमते, हँसते, और जीवन की छोटी-छोटी बातों में खुशी ढूंढते। मैंने कभी नहीं सोचा था कि मेरी जिंदगी में इतनी खुशी आएगी। एक दिन, प्रिया ने मुझे बताया कि वह मुझसे प्यार करती है। मेरे दिल की धड़कनें बढ़ गईं, और मैंने भी अपने दिल की बात कह दी। उस दिन से, हमारी जिंदगी में खुशी का ठिकाना नहीं रहा। अब मैं जानता हूँ कि सच्ची खुशी प्यार और साथ में मिलती है। प्रिया के साथ मेरी जिंदगी संवर गई है, और मैं कभी भी उसके बिना नहीं रहना चाहता। इस कहानी से आपको प्यार और खुशी की महत्ता का एहसास होगा! ©Vimal ji #storytelling

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White IF LIFE IS A GAME BE A PRO ! ©Ombot78 #engineers_day if life is a game be a pro motivational quotes in hindi life quotes in hindi

White IF LIFE IS A GAME BE A PRO ! ©Ombot78 #engineers_day if life is a game be a pro motivational quotes in hindi life quotes in hindi

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

Srinivas

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A friend who helps may fade in memory, but a friend who refuses remains etched in the soul. ©Srinivas A friend who helps may fade in memory, but a friend who refuses remains etched in the soul.

A friend who helps may fade in memory, but a friend who refuses remains etched in the soul. ©Srinivas A friend who helps may fade in memory, but a friend who refuses remains etched in the soul.