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Ankit

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A demography is a composite of various humans and event, processes, situations, aligned and incidental to humans; where, the end is measured by the means which are opted to achieve the end and the outcome of such engulf one within the level where a demography is estimated by those who overcame the means but clarified one composite end. #demography #end #means #composite #yqbaba

A demography is a composite of various humans and event, processes, situations, aligned and incidental to humans; where, the end is measured by the means which are opted to achieve the end and the outcome of such engulf one within the level where a demography is estimated by those who overcame the means but clarified one composite end. #demography #end #means #composite #yqbaba

Priya Kumari

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mayhaki mayhaki se he fijha or kitni khubsurat raat hi ©Priya Kumari ##140

mayhaki mayhaki se he fijha or kitni khubsurat raat hi ©Priya Kumari ##140

Naresh Reddy Aleti

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వెతలన్నీ వెలుగులయ్యె కాలాలే ఎప్పుడో రొదలన్నీ బోధలయ్యె నిమిషాలే ఎప్పుడో ఆశావహ దృక్పథంతొ నవ జీవన బాట వేసి.. కదిలిపోతె ఆనందా తీరములే ఎప్పుడో #వన్నెలయ్య_రుబాయిలు 140

వెతలన్నీ వెలుగులయ్యె కాలాలే ఎప్పుడో రొదలన్నీ బోధలయ్యె నిమిషాలే ఎప్పుడో ఆశావహ దృక్పథంతొ నవ జీవన బాట వేసి.. కదిలిపోతె ఆనందా తీరములే ఎప్పుడో #వన్నెలయ్య_రుబాయిలు 140

Manoj Srivastava

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मैं चाहता हूँ, तू ख्वाबों में आये, पर तेरी तासीर ऐसा होने न देती। यादों का सिलसिला शुरू होता, फ़िर तेरी सूरत मुझे सोने न देती। #shamaurtanhai #140 #365days365quotes

मैं चाहता हूँ, तू ख्वाबों में आये, पर तेरी तासीर ऐसा होने न देती। यादों का सिलसिला शुरू होता, फ़िर तेरी सूरत मुझे सोने न देती। #shamaurtanhai #140 #365days365quotes

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