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What can be even better name for India since 'India' is a racist name in a world where native Americans are called 'Red Indians'? Is there any better solutions for India's new name which could explain India better without going away too much from the name 'India' as it sounds nice?


I like the name ‘India’ although I understand the sentiments behind the question.

Probably some Iranian in the past started to call us 'Hindu' from Indus valley civilization where original name was 'Sindhu' or 'Sin

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"A long time ago, a young man lived on the banks of a river. He had a magic handkerchief. He loved his magic handkerchief; just like a fish loves water. One day, he lost it. He searched his house and yard very optimistically, but that magic handkerchief couldn't be found. On that day; late evening when the sun goes down, he went out of his house to find his lost magic handkerchief. He decided to go everywhere; Wherever he went the day before. First, he went to a tailor shop and asked the tailor, did you find any handkerchief?. No; the tailor replied. Then he went to a pharmacy and asked the same question and got the same answer. After that, he went to a field, asked everyone present there and begin to search.... Suddenly the sky turned black, and the clouds were roaring, "Oh no! umbrella, I have to go to that wise old man's house. I went there yesterday at the end of it all." The young man said to himself , and the rain started to fall. After searching all day, he became hungry and tired. He came out of the field and saw that there were no vehicles and no one around. On an empty stomach, he started walking towards the wise old man's house. Meanwhile, as the night progressed, the amount of rain, including thunderstorms, begin to increase. After walking for a few hours, the tired, hungry, weak and wet young man finally reached the old man's house. He rang the doorbell, The wise old man open the door and before he could say anything the young man said,' "i think I have lost my handkerchief at your house last night". 'Now! In this situation! For just a handkerchief'- the wise old man thought in astonishment. "Okay, come inside"- said the wise old man. The young man entered, and started searching. The wise old man: "Hey! Young man, You're soaking wet, You look so tired and hungry. What's so special about that handkerchief? What's the matter? Why are you so worried about a little handkerchief? " "That's not a normal handkerchief! That's a magic handkerchief''. "If you put that on a plate and ask for food, delicious food will come on top of that." The young man said in a sobbing voice. It was still raining outside. The wise old man extended a helping hand to the poor young man. They searched together for a long time, but the outcome was nothing. "I'm finished" said the young man and started crying. Hey! young man, stop crying; You are not finished! " Don't die before your death". "Creat a magic handkerchief inside you." "It'll never lost, unless you lose it." The wise old man said to the devastated young man, in a tone of morale."

A long time ago, a young man lived on the banks of a river. He had a magic handkerchief.

He loved his magic handkerchief; just like a fish loves water. 

One day, he lost it.
He searched his house and yard very optimistically, but that magic handkerchief  couldn't be found.

On that day; late evening when the sun goes down, he went out of his house to find his lost magic handkerchief. 
He decided to go everywhere; Wherever he went the day before.

First, he went to a tailor shop and asked the tailor, did you find any handkerchief?.
No; the tailor replied.

Then he went to a pharmacy and asked the same question and got the same answer.

After that, he went to a field, asked everyone present there and begin to search.... Suddenly the sky turned black, and the clouds were roaring,
"Oh no! umbrella,  I have to go to that wise old man's house. I went there yesterday at the end of it all." 
The young man said to himself , and the rain started to fall.

After searching all day, he became hungry and tired. He came out of the field and saw that there were no vehicles and no one around.

On an empty stomach, he started walking towards the wise old man's house.

Meanwhile, as the night progressed, the amount of rain, including thunderstorms, begin to increase. 

After walking for a few hours,
the tired, hungry, weak and wet young man finally reached the old man's house.

He rang the doorbell,
The  wise old man open the door and before he could say anything the young man said,' 
"i think I have lost my handkerchief at your house last night".

'Now! In this situation! For just a handkerchief'- the wise old man thought in astonishment.
"Okay, come inside"- said the wise old man.

The young man entered, and started searching. 

The wise old man: "Hey! Young man, You're soaking wet, 
You look so tired and hungry. What's so special about that handkerchief? What's the matter? Why are you so worried about a little handkerchief? "

"That's not a normal handkerchief! That's a magic handkerchief''.
"If you put that on a plate and ask for food, delicious food  will come on top of that."
The  young man said in a sobbing voice.


It was still raining outside. The wise old man extended a helping hand to the poor young man. They searched together for a long time, but the outcome was nothing.

"I'm finished" said the young man and started crying.

 Hey! young man, stop crying;
  You are not finished!
" Don't die before your death". 
"Creat a magic handkerchief inside you." 
"It'll never lost, unless you lose it." 
The wise old man said to the devastated young man, in a tone of morale.

#Themagichandkerchief

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"❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5 Uski wo Chhoti bhuri aankhein👀 Mjhe ese dekh rahi thi jaise............ kuch kehna chahti ho, Or Uske baal un Aankho par Baar Baar Aakr usse kehne se rok rahi ho😕😕 Ohh!😄 Uske baare mei ab main kya kahu😍 Usne black clr ki T_Shirt Red clr ki jacket Or Black clr ka jeans pehna hua tha❤💚 Wo Mere paas aaya nd usne mujhse puchha😛....Aapko mjhse kuch bat krni hai kya😆😂😂😂...... Ye sunkr mjhe inni hnsi aayi😝...nd sharm bhi aa rahi thi 😳😳 Main usse bat toh krna chahti thi but kya? ye nahi pta tha!!😁😂 Usne kha ..Nah i mean puchha ..Aap yahi rehte ho...? Maine aapko subh dekha tha. ...Wo jinna Achha dikhne mei tha unna hi achha bat krne mei bhi tha❤😘 ...Maine Ans.kiya han Ham just abhi shift hue hai yaha 😛 ..Usne kha Achha By the way aapka name kya hai...?😍 .....Ye Sab questions mere mind mei the nd puchh wo Mahasay rahe the😂😂......... Maine Bola Mera name ...? usne kha hanji aapka name or hnsne lga😅😅 Wo uss tym inna cute lag rha tha❤😍..I can't Explain.😅 Maine kha mera name Isha hai💚 Usne Kha Ohh Ishu😅 Or Hnsne lga😅😄😄 Maine Kha kya hua...? Mera name funny hai kya...?😂😂 Toh Mahasay bolte hai Are nahi 😅 Main toh Apke liy nick name soch raha tha😘😘 Fir Usne kha wese mera name Priyansh hai ....nd u can call me Ansh ❤ Maine Kaha Achha okk😛😛 Wo inna friendly Nature ka hoga i never thought 😚 ..Esa lg hi nahi raha tha ki ham ek dusre ko jaante nahi."

❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5

Uski wo Chhoti bhuri aankhein👀 Mjhe ese dekh rahi thi jaise............ kuch kehna chahti ho, Or Uske baal un Aankho par Baar Baar Aakr usse kehne se rok rahi ho😕😕
Ohh!😄 Uske baare mei ab main kya kahu😍
Usne black clr ki T_Shirt Red clr ki jacket Or Black clr ka jeans pehna hua tha❤💚
Wo Mere paas aaya nd usne mujhse puchha😛....Aapko mjhse kuch bat krni hai kya😆😂😂😂......
Ye sunkr mjhe inni hnsi aayi😝...nd sharm bhi aa rahi thi 😳😳
Main usse bat toh krna chahti thi but kya? ye nahi pta tha!!😁😂
 Usne kha ..Nah i mean puchha ..Aap yahi rehte ho...? Maine aapko subh dekha tha.
...Wo jinna Achha dikhne mei tha unna  hi achha bat krne mei bhi tha❤😘
...Maine Ans.kiya han Ham just abhi shift hue hai yaha 😛

..Usne kha Achha By the way aapka name kya hai...?😍
.....Ye Sab questions mere mind mei the nd puchh wo Mahasay rahe the😂😂.........
Maine Bola Mera name ...?
usne kha hanji aapka name or hnsne lga😅😅

Wo uss tym inna cute lag rha tha❤😍..I can't Explain.😅

Maine kha mera name Isha hai💚
Usne Kha Ohh Ishu😅 Or Hnsne lga😅😄😄
Maine Kha kya hua...? Mera name funny hai kya...?😂😂
Toh Mahasay bolte hai Are nahi 😅 Main toh Apke liy nick name soch raha tha😘😘
Fir Usne kha wese mera name Priyansh hai ....nd u can call me Ansh ❤
Maine Kaha Achha okk😛😛
Wo inna friendly Nature ka hoga i never thought 😚
..Esa lg hi nahi raha tha ki ham ek dusre ko jaante nahi.

...❤Ham Mile❤..Part 5
#Lovestory#
...#Nojoto#
.....Written by ..ME❤💕
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❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5

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"My ode of lyrics, for on going music, Has to sing by all, sing by all... My words of holic, are the toxic, Has to sing by all, sing by all... Just leave the panic, and form the mimic, for my music, Sing my song, sing my song... Just fall for my magic, in the beauty of music, Sing my song, sing my song... Even my lyrics, not an epics, But definitely, never against the ethics... It's my lyrics, just love its logic, And sing my song, sing my song... Never be a strategic of fabric, As you the hero of your heroic, Sing my song, sing my song... Never care the talks of critics, As you not living for the public, Just sing my song, sing my song... Never be an attribute of cosmetic, As you the holic of your lives, Just sing my song, sing my song... Just be a specific, and never be an dramatic, As you are the only one, in your lives, Just sing my song, sing my song... ©lalitha_l2"

My ode of lyrics, for on going music,
Has to sing by all, sing by all...
My words of holic, are the toxic,
Has to sing by all, sing by all...

Just leave the panic, and form the mimic, for my music,
Sing my song, sing my song...
Just fall for my magic, in the beauty of music,
Sing my song, sing my song...

Even my lyrics, not an epics,
But definitely, never against the ethics...
It's my lyrics, just love its logic,
And sing my song, sing my song...

Never be a strategic of fabric,
As you the hero of your heroic,
Sing my song, sing my song...

Never care the talks of critics,
As you not living for the public,
Just sing my song, sing my song...

Never be an attribute of cosmetic,
As you the holic of your lives,
Just sing my song, sing my song...

Just be a specific, and never be an dramatic,
As you are the only one, in your lives,
Just sing my song, sing my song...
©lalitha_l2

#mysong❤️❤️

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What can be even better name for India since 'India' is a racist name in a world where native Americans are called 'Red Indians'? Is there any better solutions for India's new name which could explain India better without going away too much from the name 'India' as it sounds nice?


I like the name ‘India’ although I understand the sentiments behind the question.

Probably some Iranian in the past started to call us 'Hindu' from Indus valley civilization where original name was 'Sindhu' or 'Sin

5 Love

""

"A long time ago, a young man lived on the banks of a river. He had a magic handkerchief. He loved his magic handkerchief; just like a fish loves water. One day, he lost it. He searched his house and yard very optimistically, but that magic handkerchief couldn't be found. On that day; late evening when the sun goes down, he went out of his house to find his lost magic handkerchief. He decided to go everywhere; Wherever he went the day before. First, he went to a tailor shop and asked the tailor, did you find any handkerchief?. No; the tailor replied. Then he went to a pharmacy and asked the same question and got the same answer. After that, he went to a field, asked everyone present there and begin to search.... Suddenly the sky turned black, and the clouds were roaring, "Oh no! umbrella, I have to go to that wise old man's house. I went there yesterday at the end of it all." The young man said to himself , and the rain started to fall. After searching all day, he became hungry and tired. He came out of the field and saw that there were no vehicles and no one around. On an empty stomach, he started walking towards the wise old man's house. Meanwhile, as the night progressed, the amount of rain, including thunderstorms, begin to increase. After walking for a few hours, the tired, hungry, weak and wet young man finally reached the old man's house. He rang the doorbell, The wise old man open the door and before he could say anything the young man said,' "i think I have lost my handkerchief at your house last night". 'Now! In this situation! For just a handkerchief'- the wise old man thought in astonishment. "Okay, come inside"- said the wise old man. The young man entered, and started searching. The wise old man: "Hey! Young man, You're soaking wet, You look so tired and hungry. What's so special about that handkerchief? What's the matter? Why are you so worried about a little handkerchief? " "That's not a normal handkerchief! That's a magic handkerchief''. "If you put that on a plate and ask for food, delicious food will come on top of that." The young man said in a sobbing voice. It was still raining outside. The wise old man extended a helping hand to the poor young man. They searched together for a long time, but the outcome was nothing. "I'm finished" said the young man and started crying. Hey! young man, stop crying; You are not finished! " Don't die before your death". "Creat a magic handkerchief inside you." "It'll never lost, unless you lose it." The wise old man said to the devastated young man, in a tone of morale."

A long time ago, a young man lived on the banks of a river. He had a magic handkerchief.

He loved his magic handkerchief; just like a fish loves water. 

One day, he lost it.
He searched his house and yard very optimistically, but that magic handkerchief  couldn't be found.

On that day; late evening when the sun goes down, he went out of his house to find his lost magic handkerchief. 
He decided to go everywhere; Wherever he went the day before.

First, he went to a tailor shop and asked the tailor, did you find any handkerchief?.
No; the tailor replied.

Then he went to a pharmacy and asked the same question and got the same answer.

After that, he went to a field, asked everyone present there and begin to search.... Suddenly the sky turned black, and the clouds were roaring,
"Oh no! umbrella,  I have to go to that wise old man's house. I went there yesterday at the end of it all." 
The young man said to himself , and the rain started to fall.

After searching all day, he became hungry and tired. He came out of the field and saw that there were no vehicles and no one around.

On an empty stomach, he started walking towards the wise old man's house.

Meanwhile, as the night progressed, the amount of rain, including thunderstorms, begin to increase. 

After walking for a few hours,
the tired, hungry, weak and wet young man finally reached the old man's house.

He rang the doorbell,
The  wise old man open the door and before he could say anything the young man said,' 
"i think I have lost my handkerchief at your house last night".

'Now! In this situation! For just a handkerchief'- the wise old man thought in astonishment.
"Okay, come inside"- said the wise old man.

The young man entered, and started searching. 

The wise old man: "Hey! Young man, You're soaking wet, 
You look so tired and hungry. What's so special about that handkerchief? What's the matter? Why are you so worried about a little handkerchief? "

"That's not a normal handkerchief! That's a magic handkerchief''.
"If you put that on a plate and ask for food, delicious food  will come on top of that."
The  young man said in a sobbing voice.


It was still raining outside. The wise old man extended a helping hand to the poor young man. They searched together for a long time, but the outcome was nothing.

"I'm finished" said the young man and started crying.

 Hey! young man, stop crying;
  You are not finished!
" Don't die before your death". 
"Creat a magic handkerchief inside you." 
"It'll never lost, unless you lose it." 
The wise old man said to the devastated young man, in a tone of morale.

#Themagichandkerchief

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"❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5 Uski wo Chhoti bhuri aankhein👀 Mjhe ese dekh rahi thi jaise............ kuch kehna chahti ho, Or Uske baal un Aankho par Baar Baar Aakr usse kehne se rok rahi ho😕😕 Ohh!😄 Uske baare mei ab main kya kahu😍 Usne black clr ki T_Shirt Red clr ki jacket Or Black clr ka jeans pehna hua tha❤💚 Wo Mere paas aaya nd usne mujhse puchha😛....Aapko mjhse kuch bat krni hai kya😆😂😂😂...... Ye sunkr mjhe inni hnsi aayi😝...nd sharm bhi aa rahi thi 😳😳 Main usse bat toh krna chahti thi but kya? ye nahi pta tha!!😁😂 Usne kha ..Nah i mean puchha ..Aap yahi rehte ho...? Maine aapko subh dekha tha. ...Wo jinna Achha dikhne mei tha unna hi achha bat krne mei bhi tha❤😘 ...Maine Ans.kiya han Ham just abhi shift hue hai yaha 😛 ..Usne kha Achha By the way aapka name kya hai...?😍 .....Ye Sab questions mere mind mei the nd puchh wo Mahasay rahe the😂😂......... Maine Bola Mera name ...? usne kha hanji aapka name or hnsne lga😅😅 Wo uss tym inna cute lag rha tha❤😍..I can't Explain.😅 Maine kha mera name Isha hai💚 Usne Kha Ohh Ishu😅 Or Hnsne lga😅😄😄 Maine Kha kya hua...? Mera name funny hai kya...?😂😂 Toh Mahasay bolte hai Are nahi 😅 Main toh Apke liy nick name soch raha tha😘😘 Fir Usne kha wese mera name Priyansh hai ....nd u can call me Ansh ❤ Maine Kaha Achha okk😛😛 Wo inna friendly Nature ka hoga i never thought 😚 ..Esa lg hi nahi raha tha ki ham ek dusre ko jaante nahi."

❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5

Uski wo Chhoti bhuri aankhein👀 Mjhe ese dekh rahi thi jaise............ kuch kehna chahti ho, Or Uske baal un Aankho par Baar Baar Aakr usse kehne se rok rahi ho😕😕
Ohh!😄 Uske baare mei ab main kya kahu😍
Usne black clr ki T_Shirt Red clr ki jacket Or Black clr ka jeans pehna hua tha❤💚
Wo Mere paas aaya nd usne mujhse puchha😛....Aapko mjhse kuch bat krni hai kya😆😂😂😂......
Ye sunkr mjhe inni hnsi aayi😝...nd sharm bhi aa rahi thi 😳😳
Main usse bat toh krna chahti thi but kya? ye nahi pta tha!!😁😂
 Usne kha ..Nah i mean puchha ..Aap yahi rehte ho...? Maine aapko subh dekha tha.
...Wo jinna Achha dikhne mei tha unna  hi achha bat krne mei bhi tha❤😘
...Maine Ans.kiya han Ham just abhi shift hue hai yaha 😛

..Usne kha Achha By the way aapka name kya hai...?😍
.....Ye Sab questions mere mind mei the nd puchh wo Mahasay rahe the😂😂.........
Maine Bola Mera name ...?
usne kha hanji aapka name or hnsne lga😅😅

Wo uss tym inna cute lag rha tha❤😍..I can't Explain.😅

Maine kha mera name Isha hai💚
Usne Kha Ohh Ishu😅 Or Hnsne lga😅😄😄
Maine Kha kya hua...? Mera name funny hai kya...?😂😂
Toh Mahasay bolte hai Are nahi 😅 Main toh Apke liy nick name soch raha tha😘😘
Fir Usne kha wese mera name Priyansh hai ....nd u can call me Ansh ❤
Maine Kaha Achha okk😛😛
Wo inna friendly Nature ka hoga i never thought 😚
..Esa lg hi nahi raha tha ki ham ek dusre ko jaante nahi.

...❤Ham Mile❤..Part 5
#Lovestory#
...#Nojoto#
.....Written by ..ME❤💕
....😘😘😘😚😚😚

❤Ham Mile❤...Part 5

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"My ode of lyrics, for on going music, Has to sing by all, sing by all... My words of holic, are the toxic, Has to sing by all, sing by all... Just leave the panic, and form the mimic, for my music, Sing my song, sing my song... Just fall for my magic, in the beauty of music, Sing my song, sing my song... Even my lyrics, not an epics, But definitely, never against the ethics... It's my lyrics, just love its logic, And sing my song, sing my song... Never be a strategic of fabric, As you the hero of your heroic, Sing my song, sing my song... Never care the talks of critics, As you not living for the public, Just sing my song, sing my song... Never be an attribute of cosmetic, As you the holic of your lives, Just sing my song, sing my song... Just be a specific, and never be an dramatic, As you are the only one, in your lives, Just sing my song, sing my song... ©lalitha_l2"

My ode of lyrics, for on going music,
Has to sing by all, sing by all...
My words of holic, are the toxic,
Has to sing by all, sing by all...

Just leave the panic, and form the mimic, for my music,
Sing my song, sing my song...
Just fall for my magic, in the beauty of music,
Sing my song, sing my song...

Even my lyrics, not an epics,
But definitely, never against the ethics...
It's my lyrics, just love its logic,
And sing my song, sing my song...

Never be a strategic of fabric,
As you the hero of your heroic,
Sing my song, sing my song...

Never care the talks of critics,
As you not living for the public,
Just sing my song, sing my song...

Never be an attribute of cosmetic,
As you the holic of your lives,
Just sing my song, sing my song...

Just be a specific, and never be an dramatic,
As you are the only one, in your lives,
Just sing my song, sing my song...
©lalitha_l2

#mysong❤️❤️

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