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MANY MAN ONLY LOVE MONEY BUT MANY MAN LOVE OTHER THING ©PROFESSOR HOW TO REAL MIND SET

MANY MAN ONLY LOVE MONEY BUT MANY MAN LOVE OTHER THING ©PROFESSOR HOW TO REAL MIND SET

Praveen Singh

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जो भी शर्तों पर आधारित है, वह प्रेम नहीं है।मूल रूप में, प्रेम का अर्थ हैः पसंदों और नापसंदों से ऊपर उठ जाना।जिस व्यक्ति के अंदर स्वयं को खोने का डर नहीं है, जो इससे मुक्त हो चुका है, वही प्रेम को जान सकता है, वही प्रेम बन सकता है। #Real mean of Love #Real defination of Love #Real Happines of Love #Real Sorrow of Love

जो भी शर्तों पर आधारित है, वह प्रेम नहीं है।मूल रूप में, प्रेम का अर्थ हैः पसंदों और नापसंदों से ऊपर उठ जाना।जिस व्यक्ति के अंदर स्वयं को खोने का डर नहीं है, जो इससे मुक्त हो चुका है, वही प्रेम को जान सकता है, वही प्रेम बन सकता है। #Real mean of Love #Real defination of Love #Real Happines of Love #Real Sorrow of Love

Abinesh

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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

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Don't worry! Eventually, everything tends to become normal. #normal #amaterasuenglish #yqbaba #yqdidi ********************* Law of LARGE numbers *********************

Don't worry! Eventually, everything tends to become normal. #normal #amaterasuenglish #yqbaba #yqdidi ********************* Law of LARGE numbers *********************

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