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Schizology2

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Loving you Loving you, it is the very best My search I have now put to rest Loving you, I have no need for another You're my friend, companion, my lover Loving you, has opened up my heart You're the sculpture, painting , my art Loving you , has been absolutely delightful You are amazing , beautiful , so wonderful Loving you, has made my life complete If I can't love you , then death I'd like to meet ©Schizology2 Loving you #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤

Loving you Loving you, it is the very best My search I have now put to rest Loving you, I have no need for another You're my friend, companion, my lover Loving you, has opened up my heart You're the sculpture, painting , my art Loving you , has been absolutely delightful You are amazing , beautiful , so wonderful Loving you, has made my life complete If I can't love you , then death I'd like to meet ©Schizology2 Loving you #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤

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White For the future, you need a future.. For money, you need money. ©neelu #Sad_Status For the #future, #you need a #future. For #money, you #need #money.

White For the future, you need a future.. For money, you need money. ©neelu #Sad_Status For the #future, #you need a #future. For #money, you #need #money.

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Good morning all friends ©Dibyendu Kabi on the River. Life is changing. Morning is Loving.

Good morning all friends ©Dibyendu Kabi on the River. Life is changing. Morning is Loving.

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