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White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

White The clock on the wall Fills me with fear, It’s cursed for me, Reminding me of her every second. On these lifeless walls, Whenever my eyes wander, They are drawn to it. As if this clock peers into my soul. With every tick, it whispers, “How long will you stay trapped? In this moment where she left you. The world has moved on with every tick, But you remain stuck in this Limbo." This cursed clock frightens me. ©indefinite_mirage clock #sad_quotes Dristi Dash Bhagyashree Jena

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On my 26th, I am grateful to my friends for sending me some special wishes. I have felt great pleasure in the fact that they remembered it and were able to spare time for me. I can't thank each of them enough. As for myself, birth-day and new-year are a point where I can look back at what I have achieved vis-a-vis what I had intended at the start of cycle. If I see it from outside, I should be happy that I have spent another period in terms of work & also that I have reached an academic milestone. However, what bothers me all the time is the quality of how it has gone past. The search for a meaning of life is still on. One mustn't keep walking like everyone else without a sense of purpose. I sometimes feel lost when I think about it. I find myself wanting for words too. There seems to be a contest happening between different factors inside. One day I will be able to explain. Right now what's striking my mind are Faraz’s lines. (01-09-2024) . ©PK a note on my #birthday

On my 26th, I am grateful to my friends for sending me some special wishes. I have felt great pleasure in the fact that they remembered it and were able to spare time for me. I can't thank each of them enough. As for myself, birth-day and new-year are a point where I can look back at what I have achieved vis-a-vis what I had intended at the start of cycle. If I see it from outside, I should be happy that I have spent another period in terms of work & also that I have reached an academic milestone. However, what bothers me all the time is the quality of how it has gone past. The search for a meaning of life is still on. One mustn't keep walking like everyone else without a sense of purpose. I sometimes feel lost when I think about it. I find myself wanting for words too. There seems to be a contest happening between different factors inside. One day I will be able to explain. Right now what's striking my mind are Faraz’s lines. (01-09-2024) . ©PK a note on my #birthday

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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