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Chakradhar Lochan Sairoop

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Alphabets infiltrated mathematics through Algebra. Numbers retaliated through texting. 2mrw... Gd 9t... etc. 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️ Still not a fan of shortcuts in chat and especially those numbers with numbers in words. #texting #shortcut

Alphabets infiltrated mathematics through Algebra. Numbers retaliated through texting. 2mrw... Gd 9t... etc. 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️ Still not a fan of shortcuts in chat and especially those numbers with numbers in words. #texting #shortcut

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Mxe 9628❗8269exM ©#maxicandragon Hidden message in these numbers #SadharanManushya #LIFETUNNEL

Mxe 9628❗8269exM ©#maxicandragon Hidden message in these numbers #SadharanManushya #LIFETUNNEL

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I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

Anupama Sharma

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कभी- कभी कुछ भावों को शब्द नही मिलते.. शायद उन भावों का मकसद केवल महसूस होना है.. शब्दों में ढलना नही... ©Anupama Sharma #words #Hindi #writing #writing

कभी- कभी कुछ भावों को शब्द नही मिलते.. शायद उन भावों का मकसद केवल महसूस होना है.. शब्दों में ढलना नही... ©Anupama Sharma #words #Hindi #writing #writing