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Bharath Nandibhatla

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She left. My dreams, broken. Reality, shaken. #232story Aren't we all mastering numbers in a whole different way! 😜

She left. My dreams, broken. Reality, shaken. #232story Aren't we all mastering numbers in a whole different way! 😜

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

Arshi Dokadia

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I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

Suraj Jha

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binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers

binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers