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Rohit sharma ©Raj kumar kumar Rohit Sharma clinched the world record for the highest ever individual score in a one-day international match, with a remarkable 264 against

Rohit sharma ©Raj kumar kumar Rohit Sharma clinched the world record for the highest ever individual score in a one-day international match, with a remarkable 264 against

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Black SOMETHING I LOOK AT-114 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE UNIQUE 'I' Definitely, i am not you and you are me. We are different, neither you are inferior to me nor i am superior to you, we are unique in our own way. Let our relationship flourish on the appreciation of that unique I. Look around! just impossible to find two things alike, even two things from a source may look alike, but they are not exactly the same. There lies the beauty and mystery of creation, the craftsmanship of the Almighty. There is always one, nothing like two, one and one makes two, but two exact ones are not possible, how can you make them combine into two? The most intelligent cannot compare with the dullest of the dull, both excel in their own field, and there is hardly anything to compare in between. You are socialised to look at things in a particular way. You call someone beautiful and someone ugly and your views are shaped as per the attributes of beauty forced into your mind since childhood. You call someone good and someone bad as per the collective conscience and the values you internalised, The window through which you look at is the society in which you are born and groomed. The reality is you are as beautiful as good and as intelligent as anyone else. The way to a beautiful life lies in accepting and appreciating the reality that we are unique and different in our own way. our unique difference is to make us complement and supplement and interdependent to meet each other need and requirement. We will remain unique, till at a different level, we meet and become one where remains nothing except that all-pervasive unique 'I' the vast ocean of consciousness and bliss wherein melt all ego and identity. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Morning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-114 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE UNIQUE 'I' Definitely, i am not you and you are me. We are different,

Black SOMETHING I LOOK AT-114 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE UNIQUE 'I' Definitely, i am not you and you are me. We are different, neither you are inferior to me nor i am superior to you, we are unique in our own way. Let our relationship flourish on the appreciation of that unique I. Look around! just impossible to find two things alike, even two things from a source may look alike, but they are not exactly the same. There lies the beauty and mystery of creation, the craftsmanship of the Almighty. There is always one, nothing like two, one and one makes two, but two exact ones are not possible, how can you make them combine into two? The most intelligent cannot compare with the dullest of the dull, both excel in their own field, and there is hardly anything to compare in between. You are socialised to look at things in a particular way. You call someone beautiful and someone ugly and your views are shaped as per the attributes of beauty forced into your mind since childhood. You call someone good and someone bad as per the collective conscience and the values you internalised, The window through which you look at is the society in which you are born and groomed. The reality is you are as beautiful as good and as intelligent as anyone else. The way to a beautiful life lies in accepting and appreciating the reality that we are unique and different in our own way. our unique difference is to make us complement and supplement and interdependent to meet each other need and requirement. We will remain unique, till at a different level, we meet and become one where remains nothing except that all-pervasive unique 'I' the vast ocean of consciousness and bliss wherein melt all ego and identity. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Morning SOMETHING I LOOK AT-114 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY THE UNIQUE 'I' Definitely, i am not you and you are me. We are different,

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White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-113 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A ROMANCE WITH DEATH I bow down to you, my death for we mortals, you are the reality, friend, philosopher and guide saviour, the most precious gift, my worthiest possession that gives me the feel that with others i can be at par with my love! people call you death an end to one's existence or a prelude to a new beginning for me, you are the elixir in you lie my salvation from worries and anxieties, unhappiness and miseries and a means to live my life with a hope that one day i will be there with others where i tried hard but failed to be you make life acceptable more bearable to live in make it look fascinating and beautiful without your graceful touch and voice of thunder life would have been difficult to live with the vast multitude of people living in an unequal world languishing in perpetual inequality, injustice, squalor and poverty, with no hope of having parity in this life. with nothing to look forward to, wounded ego, lost love, shattered dreams how difficult to live and let live endure life and its vagaries you are the only reality in a world of relativity for you, same are the men on the street and those who are at the height of glory, success and might i bow down before you the queen of justice no one can escape from you the only reality under your spell come each rich and poor, ugly and beautiful living with you, falling in love and romancing with you is the biggest romance one can look forward to blessed is he who understands you realises you while still alive how can one live life unless he understands how beautiful and gratifying death is? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #lonely_quotes SOMETHING I LOOK AT-113 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A ROMANCE WITH DEATH I bow down to you, my death for we mortal

White SOMETHING I LOOK AT-113 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A ROMANCE WITH DEATH I bow down to you, my death for we mortals, you are the reality, friend, philosopher and guide saviour, the most precious gift, my worthiest possession that gives me the feel that with others i can be at par with my love! people call you death an end to one's existence or a prelude to a new beginning for me, you are the elixir in you lie my salvation from worries and anxieties, unhappiness and miseries and a means to live my life with a hope that one day i will be there with others where i tried hard but failed to be you make life acceptable more bearable to live in make it look fascinating and beautiful without your graceful touch and voice of thunder life would have been difficult to live with the vast multitude of people living in an unequal world languishing in perpetual inequality, injustice, squalor and poverty, with no hope of having parity in this life. with nothing to look forward to, wounded ego, lost love, shattered dreams how difficult to live and let live endure life and its vagaries you are the only reality in a world of relativity for you, same are the men on the street and those who are at the height of glory, success and might i bow down before you the queen of justice no one can escape from you the only reality under your spell come each rich and poor, ugly and beautiful living with you, falling in love and romancing with you is the biggest romance one can look forward to blessed is he who understands you realises you while still alive how can one live life unless he understands how beautiful and gratifying death is? Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #lonely_quotes SOMETHING I LOOK AT-113 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY A ROMANCE WITH DEATH I bow down to you, my death for we mortal

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White घमंड और अहंकार की वजह से इंसान अपने रिश्ते खुद ही बिगाड़ लेता है ©muskan singh #safar suresh anjaan MohiTRocK F44 Muna Uncle Manpreet Gurjar poonam atrey Anshu writer K R SHAYER ;^[mr] [rajkumar]^ Glucon–D Baaz AbhiJ

White घमंड और अहंकार की वजह से इंसान अपने रिश्ते खुद ही बिगाड़ लेता है ©muskan singh #safar suresh anjaan MohiTRocK F44 Muna Uncle Manpreet Gurjar poonam atrey Anshu writer K R SHAYER ;^[mr] [rajkumar]^ Glucon–D Baaz AbhiJ

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A LOOK-135 Just for a few minutes look at the image of the deity, you love and worship, you will find peace deep inside and never find yourself alone in the midst of worries and anxieties. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-135 Just for a few minutes look at the image of the deity, you love and worship, you will find peace deep inside and never find your

A LOOK-135 Just for a few minutes look at the image of the deity, you love and worship, you will find peace deep inside and never find yourself alone in the midst of worries and anxieties. Smruti Ranjan Mohan ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty A LOOK-135 Just for a few minutes look at the image of the deity, you love and worship, you will find peace deep inside and never find your

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समझ नहीं आ रहा हैं क्या क़र रहीं हूँ और क्या हों ऱहा हैं.. 🥹🥹 🥹बाहर सें एकदम शांत पड़ गई हूं.. 😩 लेकिन अंदर से खत्म हो रही हूं.. 🥴 क्योंकि मेरे अंदर इतना कुछ चल रहा है... 😬😬इतना सोच रही हूं कि अंदर से थक चुकी हूं.. 😔🥹 🥹🥹 छोटी छोटी सी बातें मुझे अंदर से खाई जा रही है... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 समझ नहीं आ रहा कि मैं अपना सुकून खुद छीन रही हूं.. 🥹 🥹🥹 एक वक्त था कि मेरी मम्मी मेरे बाल तक नहीं बिखरने देती थी... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 और आज मैं पूरी तरह बिखर गई हूं.. 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 अजीब सा दर्द हो रहा है समझ नहीं आ रहा है मेरे साथ क्या हो रहा है.. 🥹🥹 😩😩 रात क्या होती है मुझसे पूछिए आखिर मेरी नींद से भरी है लेकिन न जाने क्यों नींद नहीं आती है.... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 नहीं सब कुछ है मेरे पास लेकिन फिर भी खुद को अकेला महसूस कर रही हूं... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 न जाने क्यों पर शायद में अपने आप से लड़ रही हूं सबको लगता है कि मैं बहुत खुश हूं... 😔😔 🥹🥹 लेकिन मुझे डर है कहीं मैं खुद को खत्म ना कर लूं इतना टूट चुकी हूं अंदर से कि मुझे कभी-कभी जिंदगी से बेहतर मौत लगती है..... 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 🙏🙏 मेरी जिंदगी की कहानी यही है... 🥹🥹 ©Neelam Modanwal #aaina Anshu writer Sethi Ji @_सुहाना सफर_@꧁ঔৣMukeshঔৣ꧂RJ09 Krishnadasi Sanatani Mahi Yusuf Shayar New KK क्षत्राणी वंदना .... @Hardik Mah

समझ नहीं आ रहा हैं क्या क़र रहीं हूँ और क्या हों ऱहा हैं.. 🥹🥹 🥹बाहर सें एकदम शांत पड़ गई हूं.. 😩 लेकिन अंदर से खत्म हो रही हूं.. 🥴 क्योंकि मेरे अंदर इतना कुछ चल रहा है... 😬😬इतना सोच रही हूं कि अंदर से थक चुकी हूं.. 😔🥹 🥹🥹 छोटी छोटी सी बातें मुझे अंदर से खाई जा रही है... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 समझ नहीं आ रहा कि मैं अपना सुकून खुद छीन रही हूं.. 🥹 🥹🥹 एक वक्त था कि मेरी मम्मी मेरे बाल तक नहीं बिखरने देती थी... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 और आज मैं पूरी तरह बिखर गई हूं.. 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 अजीब सा दर्द हो रहा है समझ नहीं आ रहा है मेरे साथ क्या हो रहा है.. 🥹🥹 😩😩 रात क्या होती है मुझसे पूछिए आखिर मेरी नींद से भरी है लेकिन न जाने क्यों नींद नहीं आती है.... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 नहीं सब कुछ है मेरे पास लेकिन फिर भी खुद को अकेला महसूस कर रही हूं... 🥹🥹 🥹🥹 न जाने क्यों पर शायद में अपने आप से लड़ रही हूं सबको लगता है कि मैं बहुत खुश हूं... 😔😔 🥹🥹 लेकिन मुझे डर है कहीं मैं खुद को खत्म ना कर लूं इतना टूट चुकी हूं अंदर से कि मुझे कभी-कभी जिंदगी से बेहतर मौत लगती है..... 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 🙏🙏 मेरी जिंदगी की कहानी यही है... 🥹🥹 ©Neelam Modanwal #aaina Anshu writer Sethi Ji @_सुहाना सफर_@꧁ঔৣMukeshঔৣ꧂RJ09 Krishnadasi Sanatani Mahi Yusuf Shayar New KK क्षत्राणी वंदना .... @Hardik Mah

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Holi is a popular and significant Hindu festival celebrated as the Festival of Colours, Love, and Spring. ଆଉ ଥରେ-17 ସେ କି ମନ ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଯୌବନର ରଙ୍ଗ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଦେହ ଯେଉଁ ଦେହରେ ପ୍ରେମର ପ୍ଲାବନ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାଚୁର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଯେଉଁଠି ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ନିଶା ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଜୀବନ ଯେଉଁଠି ନିଜପାଇଁ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ଜୁଆର ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାପ୍ତି ଯେଉଁଟା ଖାଲି ଅନ୍ୟମାନଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ନିଜକୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କ ଭିତରେ ବାଣ୍ଟିଦେଲା ବେଳେ ନିଜ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନକୁ ଗୋଟା ଗୋଟା କରି ସଂଅପି ଦେଲାବେଳେ, କେଵେ ଭାବି ଦେଖିଛ ତମେ, ତମ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କେଵଳ ତମର ନୁହେଁ ଆଉ କେହି ଜଣେ ଅଛି ଯିଏ ତମକୁ ନେଇ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖେ ଲାଲ ଲାଲ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡ଼ାର, ରୁପା ଜହ୍ନ ଆଉ ଚିକମିକ ତାର ଫୁଲର, ଭିଯା ମାଟିରେ ଶେଜ ସଜାଏ ନିଜକୁ ହଜେଇଦେବାକୁ ଆଉ ଏକ ସ୍ୱର୍ଣ୍ଣାଭ ରାତିର ବାହୁ ବଳୟରେ ମୁଁ ନୁହେଁ ଧୃତରାଷ୍ଟ୍ର, ତମେ ମୋ ଗାନ୍ଧାରୀ ନା ମୁଁ ଅର୍ଜୁନ, ତମେ ମୋ ଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀ ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମ, ତମେ ମୋ ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ଶେଷ ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି ମୁଁ ରଖି ଦଉଛି ଗାଣ୍ଡୀବ, ତମେ ଖୋଲି ଦିଅ ଆଖିରୁ ଅନ୍ଧପୁଟୁଳି ମୋ ଆଖିରେ ଦେଖ ଜୀବନଟା ଏବେବି କେତେ ସୁନ୍ଦର ତମେ ଆସ ମରୀଚିକାର ସରହଦ ଡେଇଁ ତ୍ୟାଗ, ତିତିକ୍ଷା ଆଉ ସମ୍ମୋହନର ପାହାଚ ଟପି ପ୍ରେମର ସବାରୀରେ ନବ ବଧୂ ସାଜି ମୁଁ ତମକୁ ମୋ ହାଥରେ ସଜେଇ ଦେବି ଟୋପା ଟୋପା ଚନ୍ଦନରେ, ପଟା ପଟା ଅଳତାରେ ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ସିଂଦୁରରେ, ମେଞ୍ଚା ମେଞ୍ଚା ଅବିରରେ ଆଉ ଥରେ ହସିଦିଅ ମୁଁ ଭୁଲିଯିବି ଏଇଟା ବୟସର କେଉଁ ମାସ ଲାଜର ଓଢଣା ଖୋଲି ଦେଖ ହାଥଠାରି ଡାକୁଛି ଆଉ ଏକ ସକାଳ, ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ସଂଦୀପ୍ତ ବାଳଭାନୁର ଉଦୟ ଉତ୍ସଵ ମୋ ଓଠରେ ଓଠ ରଖ ଏଇତ ଜୀବନଟା ଆରଂଭହିଁ ହେବ ସ୍ମୃତି ରଞ୍ଜନ ମହାନ୍ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #holi2024 ଆଉ ଥରେ-17 ସେ କି ମନ ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଯୌବନର ରଙ୍ଗ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଦେହ ଯେଉଁ ଦେହରେ ପ୍ରେମର ପ୍ଲାବନ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାଚୁର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଯେଉଁଠି ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ନିଶା ନ

Holi is a popular and significant Hindu festival celebrated as the Festival of Colours, Love, and Spring. ଆଉ ଥରେ-17 ସେ କି ମନ ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଯୌବନର ରଙ୍ଗ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଦେହ ଯେଉଁ ଦେହରେ ପ୍ରେମର ପ୍ଲାବନ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାଚୁର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଯେଉଁଠି ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ନିଶା ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଜୀବନ ଯେଉଁଠି ନିଜପାଇଁ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ଜୁଆର ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାପ୍ତି ଯେଉଁଟା ଖାଲି ଅନ୍ୟମାନଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ନିଜକୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କ ଭିତରେ ବାଣ୍ଟିଦେଲା ବେଳେ ନିଜ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନକୁ ଗୋଟା ଗୋଟା କରି ସଂଅପି ଦେଲାବେଳେ, କେଵେ ଭାବି ଦେଖିଛ ତମେ, ତମ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କେଵଳ ତମର ନୁହେଁ ଆଉ କେହି ଜଣେ ଅଛି ଯିଏ ତମକୁ ନେଇ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖେ ଲାଲ ଲାଲ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡ଼ାର, ରୁପା ଜହ୍ନ ଆଉ ଚିକମିକ ତାର ଫୁଲର, ଭିଯା ମାଟିରେ ଶେଜ ସଜାଏ ନିଜକୁ ହଜେଇଦେବାକୁ ଆଉ ଏକ ସ୍ୱର୍ଣ୍ଣାଭ ରାତିର ବାହୁ ବଳୟରେ ମୁଁ ନୁହେଁ ଧୃତରାଷ୍ଟ୍ର, ତମେ ମୋ ଗାନ୍ଧାରୀ ନା ମୁଁ ଅର୍ଜୁନ, ତମେ ମୋ ଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀ ମୁଁ ତମ ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମ, ତମେ ମୋ ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ଶେଷ ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି ମୁଁ ରଖି ଦଉଛି ଗାଣ୍ଡୀବ, ତମେ ଖୋଲି ଦିଅ ଆଖିରୁ ଅନ୍ଧପୁଟୁଳି ମୋ ଆଖିରେ ଦେଖ ଜୀବନଟା ଏବେବି କେତେ ସୁନ୍ଦର ତମେ ଆସ ମରୀଚିକାର ସରହଦ ଡେଇଁ ତ୍ୟାଗ, ତିତିକ୍ଷା ଆଉ ସମ୍ମୋହନର ପାହାଚ ଟପି ପ୍ରେମର ସବାରୀରେ ନବ ବଧୂ ସାଜି ମୁଁ ତମକୁ ମୋ ହାଥରେ ସଜେଇ ଦେବି ଟୋପା ଟୋପା ଚନ୍ଦନରେ, ପଟା ପଟା ଅଳତାରେ ମୁଠା ମୁଠା ସିଂଦୁରରେ, ମେଞ୍ଚା ମେଞ୍ଚା ଅବିରରେ ଆଉ ଥରେ ହସିଦିଅ ମୁଁ ଭୁଲିଯିବି ଏଇଟା ବୟସର କେଉଁ ମାସ ଲାଜର ଓଢଣା ଖୋଲି ଦେଖ ହାଥଠାରି ଡାକୁଛି ଆଉ ଏକ ସକାଳ, ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ସଂଦୀପ୍ତ ବାଳଭାନୁର ଉଦୟ ଉତ୍ସଵ ମୋ ଓଠରେ ଓଠ ରଖ ଏଇତ ଜୀବନଟା ଆରଂଭହିଁ ହେବ ସ୍ମୃତି ରଞ୍ଜନ ମହାନ୍ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #holi2024 ଆଉ ଥରେ-17 ସେ କି ମନ ଯେଉଁ ମନରେ ଯୌବନର ରଙ୍ଗ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ଦେହ ଯେଉଁ ଦେହରେ ପ୍ରେମର ପ୍ଲାବନ ନାହିଁ ସେ କି ପ୍ରାଚୁର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଯେଉଁଠି ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ନିଶା ନ