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Srinivas

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The essence of education is not in the paper you hold, but in the skills you master ©Srinivas The essence of education is not in the paper you hold, but in the skills you master

The essence of education is not in the paper you hold, but in the skills you master ©Srinivas The essence of education is not in the paper you hold, but in the skills you master

Niti Adhikari

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डोर टूटने के बाद पतंग खुलकर उड़ी और कितनी देर तक उड़ी? वह तो बस हवा की मेहरबानी है. दयालुता अस्थायी है. फिर पतंग ने फिर कभी आसमान नहीं देखा। तथापि; यदि धागा न टूटा हो और वह किसी के अधीन हो तो? फिर शायद वह हर दिन उड़ेगा। किसी के वशीभूत होना भी जीवन की सार्थकता है । ©Niti Adhikari kite sahara

डोर टूटने के बाद पतंग खुलकर उड़ी और कितनी देर तक उड़ी? वह तो बस हवा की मेहरबानी है. दयालुता अस्थायी है. फिर पतंग ने फिर कभी आसमान नहीं देखा। तथापि; यदि धागा न टूटा हो और वह किसी के अधीन हो तो? फिर शायद वह हर दिन उड़ेगा। किसी के वशीभूत होना भी जीवन की सार्थकता है । ©Niti Adhikari kite sahara

Gudiya Devi

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White Once upon a time in the middle of the forest there was a river . ©Gudiya Devi story in English The cocorodil and the river

White Once upon a time in the middle of the forest there was a river . ©Gudiya Devi story in English The cocorodil and the river

twisha ray

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In shadows deep where guilt does creep, The restless souls find slumber steep. They lie in beds of threadbare dreams, While moonlight casts its mournful beams. The crime they’ve wrought, a silent scream, A stain upon their midnight theme. Yet come the night, their eyes must close, And in their minds, the darkness grows. Each breath a whisper of their plight, Each heartbeat echoes through the night. In dreams, they wander, lost and cold, Haunted by the tales untold. Beneath the stars, their fears collide, No peace within, no place to hide. For in their , the past’s refrain Replays the echoes of their stain. The quiet night, a veil so thin, Can't shield them from the wars within. And as they drift to restless rest, The weight of deeds lies in their chest. ©twisha ray No guilt #trnojo165 #thoughtsofheart

In shadows deep where guilt does creep, The restless souls find slumber steep. They lie in beds of threadbare dreams, While moonlight casts its mournful beams. The crime they’ve wrought, a silent scream, A stain upon their midnight theme. Yet come the night, their eyes must close, And in their minds, the darkness grows. Each breath a whisper of their plight, Each heartbeat echoes through the night. In dreams, they wander, lost and cold, Haunted by the tales untold. Beneath the stars, their fears collide, No peace within, no place to hide. For in their , the past’s refrain Replays the echoes of their stain. The quiet night, a veil so thin, Can't shield them from the wars within. And as they drift to restless rest, The weight of deeds lies in their chest. ©twisha ray No guilt #trnojo165 #thoughtsofheart

twisha ray

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In the bustling city, Mia and Jake sat on opposite benches. Mia saw the towering skyscrapers as symbols of human achievement, marveling at their grandeur. Jake, however, noticed the cracks in the pavement and litter strewn about, feeling disheartened by neglect. As Mia admired the skyline, Jake's gaze fell on a small flower growing through the concrete. Both saw the city, but their perspectives painted different stories. In the end, Mia and Jake realized that beauty and despair coexist, and understanding each other’s viewpoints revealed a richer, more complex tapestry of life. ©twisha ray #arabianhorse #trnojo158 #thoughtsofheart #Runner

In the bustling city, Mia and Jake sat on opposite benches. Mia saw the towering skyscrapers as symbols of human achievement, marveling at their grandeur. Jake, however, noticed the cracks in the pavement and litter strewn about, feeling disheartened by neglect. As Mia admired the skyline, Jake's gaze fell on a small flower growing through the concrete. Both saw the city, but their perspectives painted different stories. In the end, Mia and Jake realized that beauty and despair coexist, and understanding each other’s viewpoints revealed a richer, more complex tapestry of life. ©twisha ray #arabianhorse #trnojo158 #thoughtsofheart #Runner