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Vinayak

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I'm stuck inside a crystal clock. Smokin' cigarettes under number block. Hands of the clock interrupts my reveries, every fucking round resuscitates my memories. It's all numbers, No alphabets. #life #love #yopowrimo #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote #challenge #yqdada

I'm stuck inside a crystal clock. Smokin' cigarettes under number block. Hands of the clock interrupts my reveries, every fucking round resuscitates my memories. It's all numbers, No alphabets. #life #love #yopowrimo #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote #challenge #yqdada

Anekanth Bahubali

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People now a days think Million times, browse the whole city hundred times to chose a pre-school for their kids. I was very lucky in this case. When my parents asked me if I wanted to go to a pre-school, I said No. The next day my father bought an Ankalipi and my mom taught me everything from that till i went to first grade. Schooling is not learning. Ankalipi is a book for kids which has numbers, alphabets and rhymes. #yqbaba #yqdidi #childhood #learning

People now a days think Million times, browse the whole city hundred times to chose a pre-school for their kids. I was very lucky in this case. When my parents asked me if I wanted to go to a pre-school, I said No. The next day my father bought an Ankalipi and my mom taught me everything from that till i went to first grade. Schooling is not learning. Ankalipi is a book for kids which has numbers, alphabets and rhymes. #yqbaba #yqdidi #childhood #learning

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People now a days think Million times, browse the whole city hundred times to chose a pre-school for their kids. I was very lucky in this case. When my parents asked me if I wanted to go to a pre-school, I said No. The next day my father bought an Ankalipi and my mom taught me everything from that till i went to first grade. Schooling is not learning. Ankalipi is a book for kids which has numbers, alphabets and rhymes. #yqbaba #yqdidi #childhood #learning

People now a days think Million times, browse the whole city hundred times to chose a pre-school for their kids. I was very lucky in this case. When my parents asked me if I wanted to go to a pre-school, I said No. The next day my father bought an Ankalipi and my mom taught me everything from that till i went to first grade. Schooling is not learning. Ankalipi is a book for kids which has numbers, alphabets and rhymes. #yqbaba #yqdidi #childhood #learning

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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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Me being a caseless sensitive one, you are my alphabet. #me #you #alphabets

Me being a caseless sensitive one, you are my alphabet. #me #you #alphabets