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shree Dev

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आप सभी को सबसे ज्यादा कोनसी पोस्ट पसंद है। 1 शायरी। 2 संगीत। 3चुटकुले। 4 जीवनी। सभी कमेंट करके बताए कॉमेंट नबर लिखे ©shree Dev #poll

आप सभी को सबसे ज्यादा कोनसी पोस्ट पसंद है। 1 शायरी। 2 संगीत। 3चुटकुले। 4 जीवनी। सभी कमेंट करके बताए कॉमेंट नबर लिखे ©shree Dev #poll

ITSMERICKY

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i knw many of u don't knw me but i am new in this editing field but i want to ask all of u one thing actually ineed a poll im working on short film name'luci' it all film on devil so how many of u want i release this concept comment below ❤️u guys #shortfilm#poll#stories

i knw many of u don't knw me but i am new in this editing field but i want to ask all of u one thing actually ineed a poll im working on short film name'luci' it all film on devil so how many of u want i release this concept comment below ❤️u guys #shortfilm#poll#stories

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हर रिस्ता कुछ कहता " सबसे पहला ज़िसने जन्म दिया ' माँ ज़िनकी उंगली से चलना सिखा ' पापा वो ज़िसके होने से कभी अकेलापन महसूस ना हुआ ' भाई ज़िसको मेरे घर आने का हमेशा इंतजार रहता हे ' बहिन #primary relationship's #primary #relationship's

हर रिस्ता कुछ कहता " सबसे पहला ज़िसने जन्म दिया ' माँ ज़िनकी उंगली से चलना सिखा ' पापा वो ज़िसके होने से कभी अकेलापन महसूस ना हुआ ' भाई ज़िसको मेरे घर आने का हमेशा इंतजार रहता हे ' बहिन #primary relationship's #primary #relationship's

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