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THE RED SPOTS Do you know the red spots in the calender? It doesn't matter whether you are a student or a teacher or an employee or a youngster They just matter a lot to you Yeh they are the signs of holidays! They are just given on somedays The black spots in your calender are too many Yet they turn into red spots when the season is rainy The black spots in the calender sometimes annoys!! Because it kills your joy But for a student they are important too Otherwise every concept blew.. They loose the continuity of reading too The concept becomes tangent to their head And their imaginations shed Just like a falling leaf # the red spots

THE RED SPOTS Do you know the red spots in the calender? It doesn't matter whether you are a student or a teacher or an employee or a youngster They just matter a lot to you Yeh they are the signs of holidays! They are just given on somedays The black spots in your calender are too many Yet they turn into red spots when the season is rainy The black spots in the calender sometimes annoys!! Because it kills your joy But for a student they are important too Otherwise every concept blew.. They loose the continuity of reading too The concept becomes tangent to their head And their imaginations shed Just like a falling leaf # the red spots

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She was a nightmare dressed like daydream, Amidst the chaos, she was a soothing stream. Everytime she stepped out she left everyone in amaze, The world had no other option but to gaze. But she was a mystery of emotions, Her eyes sparkled like a glittering ocean But her red lipstick wove a story of its own, The seeds of love that in heart were sown. But the day she put her red lipstick off, The eyebrows raised, there were coughs. The eyes questioned the absence of redness on her lips, People wanted to feed her some happiness tips. But little did people knew the connection, The red lipstick and her swaying emotions It had a connection with her heart, The love of her life had torn her apart The happiness of red thus conflicted her thoughts, She was bewildered by many ‘ifs’ and ‘whats’. So people now were accustomed to her plain look, Without the idea that her world was shook. And one day the wind took the diversion route, The patience and the wait had finally yielded its true fruit. The heartbeat had risen again, The reason was a guy who had become her main. His love was her greatest high, She wanted to propagate this feeling without any shy. The next day, with a gentle hair flick, She took everyone with surprise as she was back with her red lipstick. #NojotoQuote The Red Lipstick

She was a nightmare dressed like daydream, Amidst the chaos, she was a soothing stream. Everytime she stepped out she left everyone in amaze, The world had no other option but to gaze. But she was a mystery of emotions, Her eyes sparkled like a glittering ocean But her red lipstick wove a story of its own, The seeds of love that in heart were sown. But the day she put her red lipstick off, The eyebrows raised, there were coughs. The eyes questioned the absence of redness on her lips, People wanted to feed her some happiness tips. But little did people knew the connection, The red lipstick and her swaying emotions It had a connection with her heart, The love of her life had torn her apart The happiness of red thus conflicted her thoughts, She was bewildered by many ‘ifs’ and ‘whats’. So people now were accustomed to her plain look, Without the idea that her world was shook. And one day the wind took the diversion route, The patience and the wait had finally yielded its true fruit. The heartbeat had risen again, The reason was a guy who had become her main. His love was her greatest high, She wanted to propagate this feeling without any shy. The next day, with a gentle hair flick, She took everyone with surprise as she was back with her red lipstick. #NojotoQuote The Red Lipstick

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THE RED LOCK-1 Today I went to a medical store to buy some medicines for my parents. While coming back I saw a girl on the road. A 5ft tall, dusky, 15-16 year old,she was walking..... with a spot at the back on her skirt. Yes! you got it right, the spot was red and of blood. She was probably having her periods. I stopped by and had following conversation with her :- Me- Hi beta, Where are you going? Shall I drop you? She (a little perplexed on seeing a stranger extending her help)-No didi, i can go on my own Me- Mmmm... yes! you absolutely can. But are you fine? There is a spot on your skirt. She(checking the red spot) - ohh no!! How did this happen? Now i have to go back home. I told ma to buy me a packet of sanitary pad but due to meagre amount of money left with us she gave me a cloth to use. Me- What does your parents do? She- Only my mother is there. She was working as a maid and use to wash dishes and clean houses but due to the disease that is spread these days, she cant go to work. Me- Hmm... you know PM has asked people not to cut salary of their maids She- Didi, they have not cut amma's salary. They gave her the money but now as everything has become so expensive so most of it is spent on ration and medicines.. so we now dont have enough money to buy pads for us. Also since Amma got her salary on 25th of march so she cannot go and ask for money before 25th April. Nobody will pay na didi. Everybody has their problems. Me(handling her a packet of sanitary napkins that i bought for myself from medical store as a reserve stock) - Here, take this and if possible try to save atleast Rs.30 for a packet of sanitary pads. Using cloth is not asvisable and can cause you further health issues. The RED LOCK-1

THE RED LOCK-1 Today I went to a medical store to buy some medicines for my parents. While coming back I saw a girl on the road. A 5ft tall, dusky, 15-16 year old,she was walking..... with a spot at the back on her skirt. Yes! you got it right, the spot was red and of blood. She was probably having her periods. I stopped by and had following conversation with her :- Me- Hi beta, Where are you going? Shall I drop you? She (a little perplexed on seeing a stranger extending her help)-No didi, i can go on my own Me- Mmmm... yes! you absolutely can. But are you fine? There is a spot on your skirt. She(checking the red spot) - ohh no!! How did this happen? Now i have to go back home. I told ma to buy me a packet of sanitary pad but due to meagre amount of money left with us she gave me a cloth to use. Me- What does your parents do? She- Only my mother is there. She was working as a maid and use to wash dishes and clean houses but due to the disease that is spread these days, she cant go to work. Me- Hmm... you know PM has asked people not to cut salary of their maids She- Didi, they have not cut amma's salary. They gave her the money but now as everything has become so expensive so most of it is spent on ration and medicines.. so we now dont have enough money to buy pads for us. Also since Amma got her salary on 25th of march so she cannot go and ask for money before 25th April. Nobody will pay na didi. Everybody has their problems. Me(handling her a packet of sanitary napkins that i bought for myself from medical store as a reserve stock) - Here, take this and if possible try to save atleast Rs.30 for a packet of sanitary pads. Using cloth is not asvisable and can cause you further health issues. The RED LOCK-1

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at the red fort

at the red fort

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Paint the city red..

Paint the city red..

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The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red

The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red

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tis the RED season.

tis the RED season.