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White Trust takes years to Build, Seconds to break, and forever to repair.... ©Anukaran Trust takes years to Build, Seconds to break, and forever to repair....

White Trust takes years to Build, Seconds to break, and forever to repair.... ©Anukaran Trust takes years to Build, Seconds to break, and forever to repair....

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तुम्हारा कामयाब होना इसलिए भी आवश्यक है क्योंकि तुम्हे कोई स्त्री होने की मर्यादा ना सिखाए।। ©Shi.....ya #Women #ladyluck #Female #goddess #infinity #empoweringwomen

तुम्हारा कामयाब होना इसलिए भी आवश्यक है क्योंकि तुम्हे कोई स्त्री होने की मर्यादा ना सिखाए।। ©Shi.....ya #Women #ladyluck #Female #goddess #infinity #empoweringwomen

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White Lena had always loved the quiet comfort of her favorite bookstore. Nestled in the corner of the city’s oldest district, it was a haven of warmth and old-world charm, filled with the faint aroma of aged paper and the gentle hum of a well-loved space. Each week, she would drift through the aisles, running her fingers along the spines of books as if greeting old friends. One crisp autumn afternoon, while browsing through a collection of classic novels, Lena heard the jingle of the doorbell behind her. She turned to see a man standing just inside, scanning the shelves with a thoughtful expression. He had an unassuming presence—dark hair slightly tousled, wearing a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of well-loved jeans. His eyes, however, were what drew Lena in: a deep, contemplative blue that seemed to hold a world of stories. Their eyes met briefly, and a fleeting smile passed between them before Lena turned her attention back to the books. A few minutes later, the man approached her with a gentle question. “Do you have any recommendations for a good read? I’m looking for something that will stay with me.” Lena smiled, a bit shyly. “It depends on what you’re interested in. Are you looking for something modern or a classic?” He considered this for a moment. “Maybe something timeless. Something that feels like it has a bit of magic in it.” Lena’s eyes sparkled. “In that case, I have just the book for you.” She led him to a shelf in the back corner and pulled out a worn copy of “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern. “This one is enchanting. It’s a story about a magical competition between two young illusionists, set in a mysterious, ever-changing circus.” The man took the book with a nod of appreciation. “That sounds perfect. I’m Alex, by the way.” “Lena,” she replied, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you, Alex.” They chatted for a while about their favorite authors and genres. Lena discovered that Alex had a deep love for magical realism and often got lost in the pages of novels that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Their conversation flowed easily, as if they had known each other for years rather than mere minutes. Weeks passed, and Alex began visiting the bookstore regularly, often at the same time as Lena. Their encounters became more frequent, and their conversations grew deeper. They shared their dreams, their fears, and their favorite quotes from books. With each meeting, their connection strengthened. One chilly December evening, as snow gently blanketed the city streets, Lena and Alex found themselves alone in the bookstore. The shop was closed, but they had lingered to help with some organizing. The air was filled with a soft, contented silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of a page or the crackling of a small fire in the corner. As Lena arranged a stack of new arrivals, Alex approached her, a serious expression on his face. “Lena, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “From the moment we met, I felt like I was stepping into a story I didn’t know I needed. You’ve made me believe in the magic of everyday moments.” Lena’s heart raced. “Alex, I feel the same way. You’ve brought so much joy and wonder into my life.” He reached out and took her hand gently. “I think I’ve fallen for you, Lena. I don’t want this story to end.” Lena’s eyes brimmed with tears of happiness. “I don’t want it to end either.” In that quiet, book-filled sanctuary, they shared a kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities. The bookstore, with its shelves of stories, had witnessed the beginning of their own tale—a story of love that, like the best books, promised to stay with them, filling their lives with magic and wonder. ©True light #Sad_shayri loves quotes quote of love love story quote on love to love quotes

White Lena had always loved the quiet comfort of her favorite bookstore. Nestled in the corner of the city’s oldest district, it was a haven of warmth and old-world charm, filled with the faint aroma of aged paper and the gentle hum of a well-loved space. Each week, she would drift through the aisles, running her fingers along the spines of books as if greeting old friends. One crisp autumn afternoon, while browsing through a collection of classic novels, Lena heard the jingle of the doorbell behind her. She turned to see a man standing just inside, scanning the shelves with a thoughtful expression. He had an unassuming presence—dark hair slightly tousled, wearing a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of well-loved jeans. His eyes, however, were what drew Lena in: a deep, contemplative blue that seemed to hold a world of stories. Their eyes met briefly, and a fleeting smile passed between them before Lena turned her attention back to the books. A few minutes later, the man approached her with a gentle question. “Do you have any recommendations for a good read? I’m looking for something that will stay with me.” Lena smiled, a bit shyly. “It depends on what you’re interested in. Are you looking for something modern or a classic?” He considered this for a moment. “Maybe something timeless. Something that feels like it has a bit of magic in it.” Lena’s eyes sparkled. “In that case, I have just the book for you.” She led him to a shelf in the back corner and pulled out a worn copy of “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern. “This one is enchanting. It’s a story about a magical competition between two young illusionists, set in a mysterious, ever-changing circus.” The man took the book with a nod of appreciation. “That sounds perfect. I’m Alex, by the way.” “Lena,” she replied, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you, Alex.” They chatted for a while about their favorite authors and genres. Lena discovered that Alex had a deep love for magical realism and often got lost in the pages of novels that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Their conversation flowed easily, as if they had known each other for years rather than mere minutes. Weeks passed, and Alex began visiting the bookstore regularly, often at the same time as Lena. Their encounters became more frequent, and their conversations grew deeper. They shared their dreams, their fears, and their favorite quotes from books. With each meeting, their connection strengthened. One chilly December evening, as snow gently blanketed the city streets, Lena and Alex found themselves alone in the bookstore. The shop was closed, but they had lingered to help with some organizing. The air was filled with a soft, contented silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of a page or the crackling of a small fire in the corner. As Lena arranged a stack of new arrivals, Alex approached her, a serious expression on his face. “Lena, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “From the moment we met, I felt like I was stepping into a story I didn’t know I needed. You’ve made me believe in the magic of everyday moments.” Lena’s heart raced. “Alex, I feel the same way. You’ve brought so much joy and wonder into my life.” He reached out and took her hand gently. “I think I’ve fallen for you, Lena. I don’t want this story to end.” Lena’s eyes brimmed with tears of happiness. “I don’t want it to end either.” In that quiet, book-filled sanctuary, they shared a kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities. The bookstore, with its shelves of stories, had witnessed the beginning of their own tale—a story of love that, like the best books, promised to stay with them, filling their lives with magic and wonder. ©True light #Sad_shayri loves quotes quote of love love story quote on love to love quotes

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mom and dad my lovely junior sister love you too much 🫶🫰 ©{NK} #Internationalfamilyday # love so infinity ♾️

mom and dad my lovely junior sister love you too much 🫶🫰 ©{NK} #Internationalfamilyday # love so infinity ♾️

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White A LOOK AT LIFE - 43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Infinite is the mind and intellect that conceive the idea of Infinity Infinite is our love and passion to be one with it. From infinity we have come, in infinity, we will merge Life is a journey from full to full, from Infinity to Infinity. Whatever exists, existed earlier, will exist in future, nothing can be created out of nothing, nothing can be annihilated without giving rise to something, neither there is any beginning nor end, only transformation from one form to other. Expansion and contraction of the cosmic universe is the only reality, a drop of water in the ocean and ocean in a drop of water, all the same. Out of ignorance, we come under the spell of cosmic illusion, forget our real nature, Truth, Bliss and Absolute, identify ourselves with the body, its pleasure and pain and land us in a pool of sorrow again and again. We are neither the body nor mind and intellect. We are not different but one, the manifestation of Infinity having no birth and death, only transformation from one form to the other with the cosmic consciousness remaining unaffected by the change of form and colour copyright@smrutiranjan 18.7.2017 smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sawan_2024 A LOOK AT LIFE - 43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Infinite is the mind and intellect that conceive the idea of Infinity Infinite is

White A LOOK AT LIFE - 43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Infinite is the mind and intellect that conceive the idea of Infinity Infinite is our love and passion to be one with it. From infinity we have come, in infinity, we will merge Life is a journey from full to full, from Infinity to Infinity. Whatever exists, existed earlier, will exist in future, nothing can be created out of nothing, nothing can be annihilated without giving rise to something, neither there is any beginning nor end, only transformation from one form to other. Expansion and contraction of the cosmic universe is the only reality, a drop of water in the ocean and ocean in a drop of water, all the same. Out of ignorance, we come under the spell of cosmic illusion, forget our real nature, Truth, Bliss and Absolute, identify ourselves with the body, its pleasure and pain and land us in a pool of sorrow again and again. We are neither the body nor mind and intellect. We are not different but one, the manifestation of Infinity having no birth and death, only transformation from one form to the other with the cosmic consciousness remaining unaffected by the change of form and colour copyright@smrutiranjan 18.7.2017 smrutiweb.wordpress.com smrutitanuja.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/titutiku/ ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #sawan_2024 A LOOK AT LIFE - 43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Infinite is the mind and intellect that conceive the idea of Infinity Infinite is

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Beyond the backyard Beyond the backyard There's a small lake Beyond the tree line Wind makes the leaves shake Behind the lawn out back A lake is full of geese After the many bushes Some ducks can also be seen In the water there's some fish And big snapping turtles Some are called painted The grass around it is very fertile Many creatures come to drink Foxes, Coyotes, and skunks Raccoons and groundhogs Beavers there make their bunks The lake will freeze over soon And the ice becomes strong Skating is a great pastime Millions have done it for so long An assortment of wildlife resides In and beyond the tree line In the lake and surrounding We need them so let's all be kind ©Schizology Beyond the backyard #outside #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Nature

Beyond the backyard Beyond the backyard There's a small lake Beyond the tree line Wind makes the leaves shake Behind the lawn out back A lake is full of geese After the many bushes Some ducks can also be seen In the water there's some fish And big snapping turtles Some are called painted The grass around it is very fertile Many creatures come to drink Foxes, Coyotes, and skunks Raccoons and groundhogs Beavers there make their bunks The lake will freeze over soon And the ice becomes strong Skating is a great pastime Millions have done it for so long An assortment of wildlife resides In and beyond the tree line In the lake and surrounding We need them so let's all be kind ©Schizology Beyond the backyard #outside #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Nature