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Contemplative mind please stop overthinking, Let me ponder over what to think And what not to ! #kae #yqbaba #contemplative_mind #overthinking #ponderingthoughts #thinking_process YourQuote Baba

Contemplative mind please stop overthinking, Let me ponder over what to think And what not to ! #kae #yqbaba #contemplative_mind #overthinking #ponderingthoughts #thinking_process YourQuote Baba

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Easter, the season of rebirth, A time of joy and renewed worth, The tomb is empty, the stone is rolled, Christ has risen, our souls behold. The cross, a symbol of sacrifice, Now empty, its meaning suffice, For in His death and resurrection, We find hope and salvation. The birds sing a song of praise, The flowers bloom, the world ablaze, With the beauty of a new beginning, The gift of life, forever winning. So let us celebrate this day, In gratitude, in prayer we say, Thank you for the gift of love, From the heavens, from above. ©twisha ray Warm wishes Easter. Time has come to commemorate His biggest miracle yet. Easter greetings! Wishing you a contemplative, tranquil Easter and

Easter, the season of rebirth, A time of joy and renewed worth, The tomb is empty, the stone is rolled, Christ has risen, our souls behold. The cross, a symbol of sacrifice, Now empty, its meaning suffice, For in His death and resurrection, We find hope and salvation. The birds sing a song of praise, The flowers bloom, the world ablaze, With the beauty of a new beginning, The gift of life, forever winning. So let us celebrate this day, In gratitude, in prayer we say, Thank you for the gift of love, From the heavens, from above. ©twisha ray Warm wishes Easter. Time has come to commemorate His biggest miracle yet. Easter greetings! Wishing you a contemplative, tranquil Easter and

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An address to an anonymous.. ©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun ANONYMOUS You were the hidden rays behind the stormy cloud. You were the tranquil blow of air in morning. Your source

An address to an anonymous.. ©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun ANONYMOUS You were the hidden rays behind the stormy cloud. You were the tranquil blow of air in morning. Your source

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: thinking reflects (Read in caption) Love resides in every shade, and the painter finds it in every eidolon, and the cold wind from the east touches the painting to sense the m

: thinking reflects (Read in caption) Love resides in every shade, and the painter finds it in every eidolon, and the cold wind from the east touches the painting to sense the m

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#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter15: The Verdict "आज की ताजा खबर, Mumbai का Rapist,आज की ताजा खबर" 10rd March, 2007 "The illusionist: The editorial" Mumbai: 23/03/2005: 08:45p.m. A pleasant weather was floating all around touching every individual, every soul. The breeze bringing a healthy smile on the faces of Mumbaikars; as with aspirated eyes, with thoughtful and contemplative minds every individual was running apace heading back towards their home. But there were two evil spirits victimising a pure soul and a pristine heart, scaling her body with their dreadful sin. The sin was so powerful that it perished the victimised body leaving only ashes behind to pee over our failed judicial system shadowing another political anatomy. Yes, Priya, the victimised soul, the soul I still dream off, who no more exists​. She was forced to suicide and our law says that a forceful suicide is murder, only if not committed by any​ politician. °•°• Continued in Caption 👇 With this the series ends here. For full series click on 👉 #MyDiaries_illusion Long but final chapter - "The Verdict" Continuation below 👇

#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter15: The Verdict "आज की ताजा खबर, Mumbai का Rapist,आज की ताजा खबर" 10rd March, 2007 "The illusionist: The editorial" Mumbai: 23/03/2005: 08:45p.m. A pleasant weather was floating all around touching every individual, every soul. The breeze bringing a healthy smile on the faces of Mumbaikars; as with aspirated eyes, with thoughtful and contemplative minds every individual was running apace heading back towards their home. But there were two evil spirits victimising a pure soul and a pristine heart, scaling her body with their dreadful sin. The sin was so powerful that it perished the victimised body leaving only ashes behind to pee over our failed judicial system shadowing another political anatomy. Yes, Priya, the victimised soul, the soul I still dream off, who no more exists​. She was forced to suicide and our law says that a forceful suicide is murder, only if not committed by any​ politician. °•°• Continued in Caption 👇 With this the series ends here. For full series click on 👉 #MyDiaries_illusion Long but final chapter - "The Verdict" Continuation below 👇