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aazad parinda

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White की तू सज धज कर श्रृंगार करे,मैं तेरे भाल सा कुमकुम हो जाऊ तेरे हाथों की मेंहदी मे, मैं थोड़ा सा कही गुम हो जाऊ ज्यों ज्यों बजती पेजनियां के ,शौर सा मैं तेरा हो जाऊ तू लेकर छलनी जो छज्झर चढ़े मैं तेरे चाँद सा बादल मे हो जाऊ कर कर हंसी ठिठोली देरतक, मैं थोड़ा सा तुमको दिख जाऊ जैसे लगो निहारने तुम मुझको, मैं फिर बादल सा हो जाऊ चलो बहुत हुई ये शैतानी , अब तुमको मैं दिख जाऊ करो तैयारी पूजन की,मैं तुम्हारी छलनी मे समा जाऊ By...... shayar...... gumnaam......20102024 ©aazad parinda for my partner 💗

White की तू सज धज कर श्रृंगार करे,मैं तेरे भाल सा कुमकुम हो जाऊ तेरे हाथों की मेंहदी मे, मैं थोड़ा सा कही गुम हो जाऊ ज्यों ज्यों बजती पेजनियां के ,शौर सा मैं तेरा हो जाऊ तू लेकर छलनी जो छज्झर चढ़े मैं तेरे चाँद सा बादल मे हो जाऊ कर कर हंसी ठिठोली देरतक, मैं थोड़ा सा तुमको दिख जाऊ जैसे लगो निहारने तुम मुझको, मैं फिर बादल सा हो जाऊ चलो बहुत हुई ये शैतानी , अब तुमको मैं दिख जाऊ करो तैयारी पूजन की,मैं तुम्हारी छलनी मे समा जाऊ By...... shayar...... gumnaam......20102024 ©aazad parinda for my partner 💗

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

Wangshilila Imz

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White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy

White rain rain go away little moaren wants to play rain rain go away come again another day.. ©Wangshilila Imz for my lovely baby boy