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Pavar ABL.

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Tum 5 rupiye..ki baat karo ya.. 5 lakh ki baat karo . jab pyar ki aaye to dono ..ki kimat ek hoti hai... ©Pavar ABL. 5 ki baat ya 5 lakh ki..pyar pyar hota hai.. #Pyar

Tum 5 rupiye..ki baat karo ya.. 5 lakh ki baat karo . jab pyar ki aaye to dono ..ki kimat ek hoti hai... ©Pavar ABL. 5 ki baat ya 5 lakh ki..pyar pyar hota hai.. #Pyar

Janm Se Pandit Gabru

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jo bhi mujhe milaa rab ka lakh lakh baar karta hoon me shukriya agar wo nhi hota toh kon karta meri saari icha puriyan love you khana ji shukriya lakh lakh baar

jo bhi mujhe milaa rab ka lakh lakh baar karta hoon me shukriya agar wo nhi hota toh kon karta meri saari icha puriyan love you khana ji shukriya lakh lakh baar

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Mxe 9628❗8269exM ©#maxicandragon Hidden message in these numbers #SadharanManushya #LIFETUNNEL

Mxe 9628❗8269exM ©#maxicandragon Hidden message in these numbers #SadharanManushya #LIFETUNNEL

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

Chakradhar Lochan Sairoop

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Alphabets infiltrated mathematics through Algebra. Numbers retaliated through texting. 2mrw... Gd 9t... etc. 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️ Still not a fan of shortcuts in chat and especially those numbers with numbers in words. #texting #shortcut

Alphabets infiltrated mathematics through Algebra. Numbers retaliated through texting. 2mrw... Gd 9t... etc. 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️ Still not a fan of shortcuts in chat and especially those numbers with numbers in words. #texting #shortcut