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ਸੱਚਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਕਰਨ ਵਾਲੇ ਹੋਟਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਕਮਰੇ ਨਹੀਂ .. ਮੈਰਿਜ ਪੈਲਿਸਾਂ ਬੁੱਕ ਕਰਿਆ ਕਰਦੇ ਆ . … !! ©jittu sekhon True lovers don't book hotel rooms.. they book marriage palaces. … !! #Heart

ਸੱਚਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਕਰਨ ਵਾਲੇ ਹੋਟਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਕਮਰੇ ਨਹੀਂ .. ਮੈਰਿਜ ਪੈਲਿਸਾਂ ਬੁੱਕ ਕਰਿਆ ਕਰਦੇ ਆ . … !! ©jittu sekhon True lovers don't book hotel rooms.. they book marriage palaces. … !! #Heart

Srishti Yadav

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Every time when the Rays of sun pass through, The tiny holes of Window. It share the stories it, Witnessed since, So many decades. The stories of the kings and Queen's, now told by the palaces that witnessed so many epic incidents since, it made. #jaipurdiaries #yqbaba #

Every time when the Rays of sun pass through, The tiny holes of Window. It share the stories it, Witnessed since, So many decades. The stories of the kings and Queen's, now told by the palaces that witnessed so many epic incidents since, it made. #jaipurdiaries #yqbaba #

Ajay Kumar Gattu

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ఒక వ్యక్తిని ప్రేమించడం అంటే వారికి మన మనస్సు ఇవ్వడం కాదు. వారి స్థానానికి ఇవ్వాలిసిన గుర్తింపు ఇచ్చి, ఏ లోటు రాకుండా చూసుకోవడం. గాల్లో ఎవరైనా అద్దాల మేడలు కట్టగలరు. కానీ, నేలపై రాణిలా చూసుకోవడం ముఖ్యం. If you truly love someone, don't just give them your heart. Give them the respect they deserve and make sure they are always happy being in

ఒక వ్యక్తిని ప్రేమించడం అంటే వారికి మన మనస్సు ఇవ్వడం కాదు. వారి స్థానానికి ఇవ్వాలిసిన గుర్తింపు ఇచ్చి, ఏ లోటు రాకుండా చూసుకోవడం. గాల్లో ఎవరైనా అద్దాల మేడలు కట్టగలరు. కానీ, నేలపై రాణిలా చూసుకోవడం ముఖ్యం. If you truly love someone, don't just give them your heart. Give them the respect they deserve and make sure they are always happy being in

Hari Varma

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04022021 - 35/365 Paintings are on the walls of Caves Paintings are on the walls of Temples, Churches and Palaces We kept painting centuries after centuries. Many generations came and gone. We never broke the spirit. The spirit of our Imagination, Creativity and Skill. Paintings evolved, sometimes contrived Other times naturally. But spirit remained the same. We are indeed a part of something continuous. Art never dies. Art is the Soul of the Artist! So, we don't really die! 04022021 - 35/365 Paintings are on the walls of Caves Paintings are on the walls of Temples, Churches and Palaces We kept painting centurie

04022021 - 35/365 Paintings are on the walls of Caves Paintings are on the walls of Temples, Churches and Palaces We kept painting centuries after centuries. Many generations came and gone. We never broke the spirit. The spirit of our Imagination, Creativity and Skill. Paintings evolved, sometimes contrived Other times naturally. But spirit remained the same. We are indeed a part of something continuous. Art never dies. Art is the Soul of the Artist! So, we don't really die! 04022021 - 35/365 Paintings are on the walls of Caves Paintings are on the walls of Temples, Churches and Palaces We kept painting centurie

Shivi Rajput

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We all want someone with whom you can have your words, With whom you can relate yourself.— % & At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

We all want someone with whom you can have your words, With whom you can relate yourself.— % & At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

Varadhan P M

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Everything becomes null and void... Death levels all.... Like the Road roller crushing big and small to Powder 😉 At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

Everything becomes null and void... Death levels all.... Like the Road roller crushing big and small to Powder 😉 At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

Aditi Mishra

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I am sleepy... At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

I am sleepy... At the end of the day it doesn't matter what skin you wore or what God you pray or don't pray to What matters is how ready are you to close

Private Tour Guide India

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the most of your time in Agra with a magical experience of sunrise at the stunning and world-famous Taj Mahal. This UNESCO World Heritage si

the most of your time in Agra with a magical experience of sunrise at the stunning and world-famous Taj Mahal. This UNESCO World Heritage si

Meera Ali

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In the whirlpool of Edison the oceanic beauty submerged the lost Paradise pearls fluctuating the bottled up thoughts, singing melancholy~ the jelly fishes with hopes to rise high up in tides as darkness bloomed in the sea of regrets abandoning her flowers, she born from. She was a little girl in her own perfect world, lived in palaces of dreams until living her dream became a sin and serenity took her prayers to the white clouds shrouding grey as cloak. Piercing her heart, devouring the salt, she wears armour as ferns kissing remorse and mosses burn futile in the bulb of firing blip, not knowing whether she existed on the shore or on the island of colorless syndrome, making her sick while floating on the lushy dreams where she got lost finding way back home, Singing happiness comes to an end. For better reading. In the whirlpool of Edison the oceanic beauty submerged the lost Paradise pearls fluctuating the bottled up thoughts, s

In the whirlpool of Edison the oceanic beauty submerged the lost Paradise pearls fluctuating the bottled up thoughts, singing melancholy~ the jelly fishes with hopes to rise high up in tides as darkness bloomed in the sea of regrets abandoning her flowers, she born from. She was a little girl in her own perfect world, lived in palaces of dreams until living her dream became a sin and serenity took her prayers to the white clouds shrouding grey as cloak. Piercing her heart, devouring the salt, she wears armour as ferns kissing remorse and mosses burn futile in the bulb of firing blip, not knowing whether she existed on the shore or on the island of colorless syndrome, making her sick while floating on the lushy dreams where she got lost finding way back home, Singing happiness comes to an end. For better reading. In the whirlpool of Edison the oceanic beauty submerged the lost Paradise pearls fluctuating the bottled up thoughts, s