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Shahzad

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Tod diya na Dil 💔 Par Hume Bhi Ab Tere pyar ke Ilaaz Ki Dawa Mil Gayi Medicine of love

Tod diya na Dil 💔 Par Hume Bhi Ab Tere pyar ke Ilaaz Ki Dawa Mil Gayi Medicine of love

Dr Naveen

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चरक जयंती की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं The father of medicine #charak father of medicine

चरक जयंती की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं The father of medicine #charak father of medicine

avinash mehra

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जिनको दवा मयस्सर नहीं गुर्बत में वो मयखाने चल देते हैं बीमार ;जो पीते नहीं शराब साकी वो तेरी आँखों से पी लेते हैं ©avinash mehra substitution of medicine #COVIDVaccine

जिनको दवा मयस्सर नहीं गुर्बत में वो मयखाने चल देते हैं बीमार ;जो पीते नहीं शराब साकी वो तेरी आँखों से पी लेते हैं ©avinash mehra substitution of medicine #COVIDVaccine

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A short note about my journal I realised that I have stopped trading my ideas and feelings with my green coloured journal; well, for a long time. It is here right in front of me, resting peacefully on my table. But if it would have emotions, it would heave a sigh or even frown. Because I haven't bothered to take care of it. As much as the journal waited for me, I too have waited with a bated breath to scribble anything; just anything. The first time I met my journal in a stationary at zampa, I felt that this journal will journey with me in the jungle of my thoughts. I told myself, I should purchase it at a drop of a hat. I always tell that to myself. lt happens every time I visit a stationary; the first thing my eyes would scan is a notebook or a journal. No matter where they would be hiding, I would find them. I met many friends who mentored me on writing. They were always helpful. I shall keep writing and I shall keep in touch with my journal. For I decided not to sell my love for writing and reading for some mess of pottage. I decided not to sweep my hours away, for these hours would neither wait for me nor the weight of regret would make time come back. My journal

A short note about my journal I realised that I have stopped trading my ideas and feelings with my green coloured journal; well, for a long time. It is here right in front of me, resting peacefully on my table. But if it would have emotions, it would heave a sigh or even frown. Because I haven't bothered to take care of it. As much as the journal waited for me, I too have waited with a bated breath to scribble anything; just anything. The first time I met my journal in a stationary at zampa, I felt that this journal will journey with me in the jungle of my thoughts. I told myself, I should purchase it at a drop of a hat. I always tell that to myself. lt happens every time I visit a stationary; the first thing my eyes would scan is a notebook or a journal. No matter where they would be hiding, I would find them. I met many friends who mentored me on writing. They were always helpful. I shall keep writing and I shall keep in touch with my journal. For I decided not to sell my love for writing and reading for some mess of pottage. I decided not to sweep my hours away, for these hours would neither wait for me nor the weight of regret would make time come back. My journal