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Amit Gautam

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Jidhar Se Guzro Dhuan Bichha Do.. Jahaan Bhi Pahucho Dhamaal Kar Do.. Tumhe Siyaasat Ne Haq Diya Hai Hari Zameeno Ka Laal Kar Doo.. Appeal Bhi Tum, Daleel Bhi Tum Gawaah Bhi Tum, Waqeel Bhi Tum.. Jise Bhi Chaaho Haraam Keh Do Jise Bhi Chaaho Halaal Kar Do.. Sisyasat

Jidhar Se Guzro Dhuan Bichha Do.. Jahaan Bhi Pahucho Dhamaal Kar Do.. Tumhe Siyaasat Ne Haq Diya Hai Hari Zameeno Ka Laal Kar Doo.. Appeal Bhi Tum, Daleel Bhi Tum Gawaah Bhi Tum, Waqeel Bhi Tum.. Jise Bhi Chaaho Haraam Keh Do Jise Bhi Chaaho Halaal Kar Do.. Sisyasat

priya dharshini

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There's is no better friend than a sister❣️ ©priya dharshini #Yaari #sisy love

There's is no better friend than a sister❣️ ©priya dharshini #Yaari #sisy love

sagar prakash mallick

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थका दिया हैं दोनों को किताबों ने शाहब, एक पढ़ते -पढ़ते सो गया तो एक, दूसरों को गढ़ते -गढ़ते खो गया ....!! #guru or sisy gyaan darsan

थका दिया हैं दोनों को किताबों ने शाहब, एक पढ़ते -पढ़ते सो गया तो एक, दूसरों को गढ़ते -गढ़ते खो गया ....!! #guru or sisy gyaan darsan

📕Kajal Sharma 📕

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Dil ma tere mohabbat phle Jese hi ha... Hun ab ooo kisi hor layi ha... Assi velle hi rah gye ha... Sajjna di fulkari de siise ta pehla wale ne Ohna sisya vich hun mooh koi hor vekhda e #yqquotes #yqdidi #punjabi #punjabiquote #debima

Dil ma tere mohabbat phle Jese hi ha... Hun ab ooo kisi hor layi ha... Assi velle hi rah gye ha... Sajjna di fulkari de siise ta pehla wale ne Ohna sisya vich hun mooh koi hor vekhda e #yqquotes #yqdidi #punjabi #punjabiquote #debima

The Dream Doodler

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Okay so, somebody asked me about my this year's puja outing plan, so it goes like, Sosti— Me (All others are occupied this day :'() Sopto-me— me, me, me, me, me, me, me (boring group, but okie) Osto-me— I will be out 4 me, with 4me (the most special person of my life) Nobo-me— me, meme meme meme, meme (this is my gang!) Doso-me— me, me(sti), me(lody), me(lodrama), meme, me(lancholy), me(stii), me(ra quill), me(ra key), me(hnat) #Sorted. Got me? The puns are poor, really poor, pun-don me. :' Ma, baba and sisy are there, for some reasons, right? 😌❤️ Hi pokie, Xanth

Okay so, somebody asked me about my this year's puja outing plan, so it goes like, Sosti— Me (All others are occupied this day :'() Sopto-me— me, me, me, me, me, me, me (boring group, but okie) Osto-me— I will be out 4 me, with 4me (the most special person of my life) Nobo-me— me, meme meme meme, meme (this is my gang!) Doso-me— me, me(sti), me(lody), me(lodrama), meme, me(lancholy), me(stii), me(ra quill), me(ra key), me(hnat) #Sorted. Got me? The puns are poor, really poor, pun-don me. :' Ma, baba and sisy are there, for some reasons, right? 😌❤️ Hi pokie, Xanth

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Glow SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(A

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Glow SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(A