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“One day, all your hard work will pay off.” ©Kiran #Study

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#famely

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The first, when I was just a child, a spirited and effervescent soul with more words than leaves on an ancient oak. My family belittled me. They thought I was scatterbrained, a clichéd ditsy blond. Why couldn’t they peer past the façade and truly see me? The second time is with you right now. I can see the storm brewing inside you, a tempest of jealousy. I wish more than anything that you could crawl into my skin. To explore every nook and cranny, feel the fierce loyalty and unwavering strength that is me. I wish you would believe that I will never leave your side. *** Jamie looked into Alexis’s eyes, trying to find the right words. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft. “I guess you just got the short end of the stick with me.” Alexis tried to laugh it off, but Jamie could see the pain hidden behind her smile. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed, replaced by the shadow of a doubt. However, she was determined to salvage the evening, and they had a drink to celebrate success. She poured herself a glass of pinot while Jamie, his thoughts still clouded, reached for the bottle of whiskey. As the night wore on, Alexis sipped her wine, savoring the sweet taste of victory. Jamie, however, continued to pour himself drink after drink, the amber liquid numbing the turmoil within. With each sip, the weight of his emotions grew heavier, and the walls he had built to protect himself crumbled.  “Alexis, how can you just sit there and celebrate?” Jamie slurred, his words laced with bitterness. Alexis looked at him, concern etched on her face. “Jamie, what’s wrong? Can we talk about it?” “You don’t understand anything,” he snapped, taking another swig from his glass. “You just keep celebrating while I’m here, drowning.” As Jamie’s words grew harsher, he watched Alexis’s face fall as she withdrew into herself. “Jamie,” she whispered, “I’m here for you. I want to help you through this.” Her words fell on deaf ears as he continued to drink, each gulp plunging him further into a haze of self-pity and resentment. Watching his girlfriend shrink before him, he couldn’t help but wonder when the confident woman he loved became so insecure. ©Kiran #alone #story

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I prefer being alone than with you. ©Kiran #boat #alone

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#Study 📚📚📚

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I prefer being alone than with you. ©Kiran #tanha #alone

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Instead of unknown questions the answer is that no genius can say as easily as the period says. ©Kiran #boat #motivational

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Full name Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar Born24 April 1973 (age 50) Bombay, Maharashtra, India (now Mumbai, India)Nickname Little Master Master Blaster [1][2]Height165 cm (5 ft 5 in)BattingRight-handedBowling Right-arm leg break Right-arm off break RoleBatterRelations Arjun Tendulkar (son) Ramesh Tendulkar (father) ©Kiran #Sachin #information

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That was our life for the next ten years. I didn’t have a problem with humdrum sex because like a lot of immature nerds, I couldn’t tell the difference between what I was getting and the real deal. The mere fact that I was getting anything AT ALL was good enough for me. But there were warning signs from the start. Both of us were young enough that the party scene of our teen years simply carried over into our day-to-day lives. Thus, it wasn’t odd that we were drinking at different places on a Friday. Lucy was a secretary for one of the departments in the UW School of Medicine and Public Health. Which, of course, had plenty of students our age. But these were prospective MDs not nerds. She had told me that she was with a bunch of the med students at the Kollege Klub, which was right next to the library. So, I finished up and zipped down Langdon Street to Lake. When I arrived, I found a couple of her clerical friends and the usual collection of students but no Lucy. I asked Phyllis, Lucy’s best pal, where my wife was. She said off-handedly, “Oh, she and Douchebag One and Douchebag Two were at Douchebag One’s apartment smoking weed. My wife might not like sex. But she loved cannabis. I was acquainted with both douchebags. They were condescending pricks, being med students and all. But frankly the obvious never crossed my mind. So, I just settled in to bend an elbow at the Klub. Lucy was already home when I stumbled back three hours later. She said mildly perturbed, “Where the fuck were you!!?” I said, “With your buddies at the Klub. They told me that you went off to do some grass with Jon and Will.” She said, “Oh!! And abruptly dropped the subject.” Some of you might think I was pathetically clueless in my earlier incarnation. But that’s hindsight. You have to realize that I thought that my wife was whatever the opposite of a sensual woman was, at least to me. And second, I was such a pretentious tool that I couldn’t imagine any female wanting to stray from a stallion like moi! Hence, time and life passed, and I picked up a teaching job at Marquette where I was mildly successful. I was also doing a little consulting and things settled into a comfortable middle-class rut. We had a house and neighbors, who we partied with. All-in-all it was a spectacularly dull existence - work ... party ... sober-up ... repeat ... You know what they say, “If you aren’t the lead dog the scenery never changes.” Zach Oldendorf, or as the rest of us guys liked to refer to him “Olden-dork,” was a member of the group. Zach was an alpha male – at least in his own mind. He was a talented entrepreneur and he had built up a successful parts supply business. He was slim, handsome and with a salesman’s capacity for charm. But in any social group he was a loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole, and that was on his good days. My dilemma was that he looked enough like me that people mistook us for brothers. He was slightly taller. So, he’d refer to me as his “little” brother. Of course, that trashed me. But that was Zach’s goal. The boy was always pushing boundaries. The boundary that he pushed the furthest was with the wives. He was all hands and inappropriate comments when he was with a group of women. He was such a macho poser that the men would laughingly say, “That’s just Zach being Zach,” and the women avoided him like the plague. At least that’s what we all thought. Zach was like a cat. You know what I mean ... Cats can sense that you don’t like them, so they just have to rub themselves all over you. That was the way Zach was with me. I was trying to avoid the shithead at one party by hanging out with Lucy’s group, which was only slightly less excruciating than listening to assface brag about himself. ©Kiran #BahuBali #LoveStory ❣️❣️

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