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Do not kick away the canoe which helped you cross the river. #canoe #river #FloatingBoat

Do not kick away the canoe which helped you cross the river. #canoe #river #FloatingBoat

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Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs. #Nagaon #India #ig_india #insta_india #Assam #watercraft #water #ocean #sea #trave

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs. #Nagaon #India #ig_india #insta_india #Assam #watercraft #water #ocean #sea #trave

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boating We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls. #Nagaon #India #ig_india #insta_india #Assam #people

boating We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls. #Nagaon #India #ig_india #insta_india #Assam #people

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Every time I fail, I have a new story to tell. The story of creating new trails, Or finding those abandoned, Amidst the jungle of chaos and confusion. The story of charting the raging oceans of self doubt and criticism, On a canoe of hope and zeal. The story of a phoenix taking flight, From the ashes of burnt dreams and desires, On the fiery wings of sincereity and perseverance. The story of scaling the summits of obstacles unprecedented, Along the guiding lines of strong will and commitment. Each story is unique, As much the failures are, But still brave the challenges and overcome the gripping fear of failures, altogether. Every time I fail, I have a new story to tell. The story of creating new trails, Or finding those abandoned, Amidst the jungle of chaos and

Every time I fail, I have a new story to tell. The story of creating new trails, Or finding those abandoned, Amidst the jungle of chaos and confusion. The story of charting the raging oceans of self doubt and criticism, On a canoe of hope and zeal. The story of a phoenix taking flight, From the ashes of burnt dreams and desires, On the fiery wings of sincereity and perseverance. The story of scaling the summits of obstacles unprecedented, Along the guiding lines of strong will and commitment. Each story is unique, As much the failures are, But still brave the challenges and overcome the gripping fear of failures, altogether. Every time I fail, I have a new story to tell. The story of creating new trails, Or finding those abandoned, Amidst the jungle of chaos and

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°°The Dreamy Flight°° The flight of my dreams, takes off rather sluggishly with echoing calls of aerial birds, my heart throbs and finally settles on the clouds. There I see dust - my buddy floating in the canoe of air, dancing to the beats of mistaken words, it reminds me of paradises. Those paradises about which I have seldom thought of, sometimes in the forms of relieved pen and revealed self, while some other times in figures of algebraic expressions, so complex yet penetrating deep within the halo of hope. I am no great soul, but a grubby one wishing to fly off to distant places above the clouds but what pulls me back is the fact that I'll be mistaken to be a do-er rather than a dreamer in the flight of my dreams. For a better read : °The Dreamy Flight°° The flight of my dreams, takes off rather sluggishly with echoing calls of aerial birds, my heart

°°The Dreamy Flight°° The flight of my dreams, takes off rather sluggishly with echoing calls of aerial birds, my heart throbs and finally settles on the clouds. There I see dust - my buddy floating in the canoe of air, dancing to the beats of mistaken words, it reminds me of paradises. Those paradises about which I have seldom thought of, sometimes in the forms of relieved pen and revealed self, while some other times in figures of algebraic expressions, so complex yet penetrating deep within the halo of hope. I am no great soul, but a grubby one wishing to fly off to distant places above the clouds but what pulls me back is the fact that I'll be mistaken to be a do-er rather than a dreamer in the flight of my dreams. For a better read : °The Dreamy Flight°° The flight of my dreams, takes off rather sluggishly with echoing calls of aerial birds, my heart

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Oh my Queen! There's a saying, "Beauty lies in the beholder's eye", but for me, "Beauty lies in your heartfelt words". ( caption) Oh my Queen! There's a saying, "Beauty lies in the beholder's eye", but for me, "Beauty lies in your heartfelt words". Yes, true beau

Oh my Queen! There's a saying, "Beauty lies in the beholder's eye", but for me, "Beauty lies in your heartfelt words". ( caption) Oh my Queen! There's a saying, "Beauty lies in the beholder's eye", but for me, "Beauty lies in your heartfelt words". Yes, true beau

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// The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze... // Caption // // The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's ha

// The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's haze... // Caption // // The Bookmark // The hastily folded piece of paper, left in the middle of the page; residing amidst its haters losing itself in hope's ha

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°°of the tranquil tears°° The breeze blows, and takes with it - my tears. Alas! Even here, I find no tranquility even here, anyone or someone enters to ruin it. I see the sun set, behind the clouds and moms calling their kids back from the playground. | caption | ••of the tranquil tears•• The breeze blows, and takes with it - my tears. Alas! Even here, I find no tranquility even here, anyone or someo

°°of the tranquil tears°° The breeze blows, and takes with it - my tears. Alas! Even here, I find no tranquility even here, anyone or someone enters to ruin it. I see the sun set, behind the clouds and moms calling their kids back from the playground. | caption | ••of the tranquil tears•• The breeze blows, and takes with it - my tears. Alas! Even here, I find no tranquility even here, anyone or someo