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Mohan raj

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मनोबलं यथा अधिकं भवति तथा गन्तव्यस्य समीपं भवति मनोबल जितना ऊंचा होगा, मंजिल उतनी ही करीब होगी The higher the morale, the closer to the destination धन्यवाद हर हर महादेव ©Mohan raj #Life Lessons The higher the morale, the closer to the destination

मनोबलं यथा अधिकं भवति तथा गन्तव्यस्य समीपं भवति मनोबल जितना ऊंचा होगा, मंजिल उतनी ही करीब होगी The higher the morale, the closer to the destination धन्यवाद हर हर महादेव ©Mohan raj #Life Lessons The higher the morale, the closer to the destination

Krishnan

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The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

Aslam Khan

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White यह रहे मेरे दिल की धड़कन के साथ, प्रेमिका की याद में बीती है सुनहरी सुबह। उनकी मुस्कान में है एक अजीब सी जादुगरी, मेरे दिल को छू जाती है उनकी याद बार-बार। उनके बिना जिंदगी है अधूरी, उनकी याद में खूबसूरत है मेरी हर सुबह। ©Aslam Khan #Yaden #Memories #Nostalgia #Throwback #Reminiscing #FlashbackFriday #GoodTimes #CherishedMoments #PreciousMemories #timelesstruth @MK Pejv

White यह रहे मेरे दिल की धड़कन के साथ, प्रेमिका की याद में बीती है सुनहरी सुबह। उनकी मुस्कान में है एक अजीब सी जादुगरी, मेरे दिल को छू जाती है उनकी याद बार-बार। उनके बिना जिंदगी है अधूरी, उनकी याद में खूबसूरत है मेरी हर सुबह। ©Aslam Khan #Yaden #Memories #Nostalgia #Throwback #Reminiscing #FlashbackFriday #GoodTimes #CherishedMoments #PreciousMemories #timelesstruth @MK Pejv

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The simpler, the longer attraction. ©Internet Jockey The simpler, the longer attraction. silence quotes

The simpler, the longer attraction. ©Internet Jockey The simpler, the longer attraction. silence quotes

Sai Angel Shaayari

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Bridge And Wall Are Made With The Same Material. But , Bridge Joins The People And Wall Divides The People. Choose The Right One. ©Sai Angel Shaayari Bridge And Wall Are Made With The Same Material. But , Bridge Joins The People And Wall Divides The People. Choose The Right One. life quote

Bridge And Wall Are Made With The Same Material. But , Bridge Joins The People And Wall Divides The People. Choose The Right One. ©Sai Angel Shaayari Bridge And Wall Are Made With The Same Material. But , Bridge Joins The People And Wall Divides The People. Choose The Right One. life quote

twisha ray

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White How long will Indian girls suffer in silence? Their voices suppressed, their dreams dismissed. Their bodies bound by societal chains, Their minds shackled by patriarchal pains. How long will they be treated as less than equal? Their rights denied, their futures unreal. Their laughter muted, their tears unseen, Their stories untold, their souls unclean. How long will they be forced to hide their face? Their identity erased, their autonomy replaced. Their choices dictated, their paths predetermined, Their lives controlled, their spirits diminished. But still they rise, they resist, they fight, For a future where they can shine with all their light. Where they can live without fear or shame, Where they can be themselves, free from blame. They march with candles, a beacon of hope, A symbol of resistance, a refusal to cope. With every step, they claim their space, With every voice, they break the chains of oppression's pace. How long? Not much longer, the time is near, When equality and justice will banish fear. When Indian girls will rise, and their voices will be heard, And their stories will be told, and their dreams will be unfurled. ©twisha ray Wall #trnojo90 #howlongitlasts

White How long will Indian girls suffer in silence? Their voices suppressed, their dreams dismissed. Their bodies bound by societal chains, Their minds shackled by patriarchal pains. How long will they be treated as less than equal? Their rights denied, their futures unreal. Their laughter muted, their tears unseen, Their stories untold, their souls unclean. How long will they be forced to hide their face? Their identity erased, their autonomy replaced. Their choices dictated, their paths predetermined, Their lives controlled, their spirits diminished. But still they rise, they resist, they fight, For a future where they can shine with all their light. Where they can live without fear or shame, Where they can be themselves, free from blame. They march with candles, a beacon of hope, A symbol of resistance, a refusal to cope. With every step, they claim their space, With every voice, they break the chains of oppression's pace. How long? Not much longer, the time is near, When equality and justice will banish fear. When Indian girls will rise, and their voices will be heard, And their stories will be told, and their dreams will be unfurled. ©twisha ray Wall #trnojo90 #howlongitlasts