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Srinivas

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The path to success may be solitary, but the destination is a crowd of admirers, supporters, and critics who once overlooked your journey. ©Srinivas The path to success may be solitary, but the destination is a crowd of admirers, supporters, and critics who once overlooked your journey.

The path to success may be solitary, but the destination is a crowd of admirers, supporters, and critics who once overlooked your journey. ©Srinivas The path to success may be solitary, but the destination is a crowd of admirers, supporters, and critics who once overlooked your journey.

twisha ray

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From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

From buttery scone to rich digest, Each type brings joy and comfort best. The classic tea-time favorite, the shortbread, With crumbly texture, rich and spread. Or perhaps a ginger snap so sweet, A spiced delight, a crispy treat. Soft, flaky, the buttermilk kind, With layers light and tender, find The perfect pairing for a stew, Or just a snack when day is through. Oatmeal biscuits, hearty and plain, With wholesome oats, they entertain. Or chocolate chip, a treat divine, Sweet morsels mixed in doughy lines. And then there’s the wafer, thin and crisp, With layers stacked, a chocolate kiss. Each bite a moment of pure bliss, A simple pleasure, none will miss. So many types, each with its charm, To lift the spirit, calm the storm. The rich and sweet, a fig-filled treat, Encased in dough, a pleasure to eat. Or a linzer biscuit, with jam so bright, A jeweled delight, a pure delight. Consider the biscotti, twice-baked and tough, With nuts and flavors, it’s never enough. A humble biscuit, in its grace, Brings warmth and joy to every place. The rich and savory, cheddar's delight, Golden and flaky, a savory bite. Or the cornbread biscuit, hearty and grand, With a crumbly texture, made by hand. ©twisha ray Biscuit #trnojo155 #biscuitstory #randompoetry

Sanjoy Khuman

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White "The Brahmin who could not eat" "This child will never eat his fill! His meals will forever be interrupted. Bidhata has ordained it!" an astrologer told the parents of a baby Brahmin boy. Bidhata was the God of every one's fate. As, the child grew up and he was never able to eat food to a full stomach. One day, the Brahmin was invited to the King's palace for a meal. "Come what may, this time I will eat to my heart 's content," he assured his wife. The king welcome him and invited him to sit at the banquet spread out for him. The Brahmin began to eat. He took his first bite and "Booom-bang!" A clay pot hanging on the awning above, fell into his plate, shattering it into shards. His meal was ruined! Angry at fate, the Brahmin took out his ire on the servants. Hearing the commotion, the King inquired, "Dear Brahmin, what happened?" The Brahmin showed him the ruined meal. "Oh no, I am sorry! Please stay for another meal," the King humbly requested. The King went to the kitchens and himself served the Brahmin. The Brahmin gleefully gorged on to the food. I guess fate was looking the other way because the Brahmin managed to get into the meal's second course without interruption. Oh, oh! Suddenly, Bidhata noticed. (to be continued) ©Sanjoy Khuman #The Brahmin who could not eat

White "The Brahmin who could not eat" "This child will never eat his fill! His meals will forever be interrupted. Bidhata has ordained it!" an astrologer told the parents of a baby Brahmin boy. Bidhata was the God of every one's fate. As, the child grew up and he was never able to eat food to a full stomach. One day, the Brahmin was invited to the King's palace for a meal. "Come what may, this time I will eat to my heart 's content," he assured his wife. The king welcome him and invited him to sit at the banquet spread out for him. The Brahmin began to eat. He took his first bite and "Booom-bang!" A clay pot hanging on the awning above, fell into his plate, shattering it into shards. His meal was ruined! Angry at fate, the Brahmin took out his ire on the servants. Hearing the commotion, the King inquired, "Dear Brahmin, what happened?" The Brahmin showed him the ruined meal. "Oh no, I am sorry! Please stay for another meal," the King humbly requested. The King went to the kitchens and himself served the Brahmin. The Brahmin gleefully gorged on to the food. I guess fate was looking the other way because the Brahmin managed to get into the meal's second course without interruption. Oh, oh! Suddenly, Bidhata noticed. (to be continued) ©Sanjoy Khuman #The Brahmin who could not eat

Bajinder Thakur

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तुम्हें ढूंढता ढूंढता मैं खुद खो गया मैं क्या था क्या हूं और क्या हो गया ©Bajinder Thakur who is i

तुम्हें ढूंढता ढूंढता मैं खुद खो गया मैं क्या था क्या हूं और क्या हो गया ©Bajinder Thakur who is i