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Lili Dey

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ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

Akhil Kael

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White HONESTLY I DON'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE ABLE TO TELL TO ANYONE ESPECIALLY THE THERAPISTS THE UGLY TRUTH WHERE MY TRAUMA STEMS FROM.. BECAUSE ONCE I TOLD A THERAPIST AND SHE BROKE THE CODE OF CONFIDENTIALITY BY REVEALING IT TO THE PEOPLE I TRUSTED WHO ENDED UP MAKING FUN OF ME. HAD I KNOWN THE LAWS THAT PROTECT MY CONFIDENTIALITY I'D SUED HER AND OTHER PEOPLE... NOW I JUST DON'T HAVE ENERGY.. NOW ALL I HAVE IS WRITING, RAP, DRUMMING MUSIC AND SOLITUDE.. AND IT'S BETTER THAN ANY THERAPY ©Akhil Kael #good_night #Trauma #narcissist

White HONESTLY I DON'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE ABLE TO TELL TO ANYONE ESPECIALLY THE THERAPISTS THE UGLY TRUTH WHERE MY TRAUMA STEMS FROM.. BECAUSE ONCE I TOLD A THERAPIST AND SHE BROKE THE CODE OF CONFIDENTIALITY BY REVEALING IT TO THE PEOPLE I TRUSTED WHO ENDED UP MAKING FUN OF ME. HAD I KNOWN THE LAWS THAT PROTECT MY CONFIDENTIALITY I'D SUED HER AND OTHER PEOPLE... NOW I JUST DON'T HAVE ENERGY.. NOW ALL I HAVE IS WRITING, RAP, DRUMMING MUSIC AND SOLITUDE.. AND IT'S BETTER THAN ANY THERAPY ©Akhil Kael #good_night #Trauma #narcissist

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

Shi.....ya

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silently we all want our old days back ©Shi.....ya #OldDays #old #Memories #Childhood #friemdship

silently we all want our old days back ©Shi.....ya #OldDays #old #Memories #Childhood #friemdship

महज़

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दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood

दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood