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Ubaida khatoon Siddiqui

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Modern hone ka ya, zindagi mein aage badhne ya aaj ke time ke hisaab se khud ko dhaalne ka mtlb yeh toh hargiz nahi tha ki aap behaya ho jaaye, maana ab century change ho gayi aur aapko modern hona hai, technology ke hisaab se badhna hai, par iska mtlb yeh hargiz nahi apne culture, tradition ko bhool jaaya jaaye, Modern hona ya century ke hisaab se aage badhne ka matlab tha ki aap ko jin jabardasti ke bediyoon mein baandh kar aapko takleef di jaati thi, usse azaadi, apne haq ke liye ladne ki azaadi, apne education, carrer ki azaadi, behaayi ki nahi. Agar behayya hona modern hona hai toh laanat hai aise modern hone par. 29/10/24 ⏰8:02 p. m. (U. K.) ✍️ ©Ubaida khatoon Siddiqui #Ubaidakhatoon #ubaidawrites #Thoughts #modern

Modern hone ka ya, zindagi mein aage badhne ya aaj ke time ke hisaab se khud ko dhaalne ka mtlb yeh toh hargiz nahi tha ki aap behaya ho jaaye, maana ab century change ho gayi aur aapko modern hona hai, technology ke hisaab se badhna hai, par iska mtlb yeh hargiz nahi apne culture, tradition ko bhool jaaya jaaye, Modern hona ya century ke hisaab se aage badhne ka matlab tha ki aap ko jin jabardasti ke bediyoon mein baandh kar aapko takleef di jaati thi, usse azaadi, apne haq ke liye ladne ki azaadi, apne education, carrer ki azaadi, behaayi ki nahi. Agar behayya hona modern hona hai toh laanat hai aise modern hone par. 29/10/24 ⏰8:02 p. m. (U. K.) ✍️ ©Ubaida khatoon Siddiqui #Ubaidakhatoon #ubaidawrites #Thoughts #modern

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

simisingh

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White मैंने कह दिया खुद को कि वो नहीं तेरी तकदीर कम्बख्त इस बात पर आईना मुस्कुराया बहुत है ©simisingh sad to from heart shayari #love_shayari

White मैंने कह दिया खुद को कि वो नहीं तेरी तकदीर कम्बख्त इस बात पर आईना मुस्कुराया बहुत है ©simisingh sad to from heart shayari #love_shayari

twisha ray

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From Kolkata’s heart, the call is clear, Justice echoes far and near. In RG Kar’s halls, a plea we send, For fairness to touch each patient’s end. Across Mumbai’s streets and Delhi’s courts, The cry for justice firmly supports. In the USA, from coast to coast, Workers and teachers join the toast. In the UK’s mist and Japan’s grace, Youth and age find a common place. In Ireland’s fields and Australia’s sun, The march for justice has begun. From five years old to eighty-five, In every land, justice thrives. Engineers, actors, students, and more, Join in the global, fervent roar. ©twisha ray From Kolkata to world #justiceforRGKar #kolkatarevolution #wewantjustice #rgkarmedicalcollege #juniordoctorstrike #trnojo140

From Kolkata’s heart, the call is clear, Justice echoes far and near. In RG Kar’s halls, a plea we send, For fairness to touch each patient’s end. Across Mumbai’s streets and Delhi’s courts, The cry for justice firmly supports. In the USA, from coast to coast, Workers and teachers join the toast. In the UK’s mist and Japan’s grace, Youth and age find a common place. In Ireland’s fields and Australia’s sun, The march for justice has begun. From five years old to eighty-five, In every land, justice thrives. Engineers, actors, students, and more, Join in the global, fervent roar. ©twisha ray From Kolkata to world #justiceforRGKar #kolkatarevolution #wewantjustice #rgkarmedicalcollege #juniordoctorstrike #trnojo140

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