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twisha ray

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Dear Morning Thoughts, As the dawn breaks and a new day begins, I find myself reflecting on the promise of fresh opportunities and the quiet potential that each morning brings. May today be a canvas for new beginnings, a chance to embrace challenges with optimism, and a time to appreciate the simple joys that often go unnoticed. Let this morning’s clarity guide me through the day, reminding me to stay present and open to the beauty of each moment. With hope and gratitude, ©twisha ray #Morning #trnojo133 #lifeisamixture

Dear Morning Thoughts, As the dawn breaks and a new day begins, I find myself reflecting on the promise of fresh opportunities and the quiet potential that each morning brings. May today be a canvas for new beginnings, a chance to embrace challenges with optimism, and a time to appreciate the simple joys that often go unnoticed. Let this morning’s clarity guide me through the day, reminding me to stay present and open to the beauty of each moment. With hope and gratitude, ©twisha ray #Morning #trnojo133 #lifeisamixture

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Dear Stopped Watch, I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, despite your recent inactivity. I am writing to acknowledge your current state of pause and to reflect on your role in my daily life. You see, though I am known for my punctuality and commitment to timeliness, your recent halt has not gone unnoticed. You were once a steadfast companion, diligently keeping track of every tick and tock, providing me with the precise moments that structured my days. Your consistent reliability was something I truly valued. Now that you have stopped, I find myself missing the rhythmic reassurance you once provided. It serves as a reminder of how crucial every moment is and how even the smallest details, like a watch, play a significant role in our lives. Please know that your previous service was greatly appreciated. If there is any way to restore your functionality, I will certainly do so, for you were a symbol of order and punctuality. Until then, I remain committed to honoring the value of time, even in your absence. Warm regards, [Your Name ©twisha ray #trnojo99 #bepunctual #lifeisamixture

Dear Stopped Watch, I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, despite your recent inactivity. I am writing to acknowledge your current state of pause and to reflect on your role in my daily life. You see, though I am known for my punctuality and commitment to timeliness, your recent halt has not gone unnoticed. You were once a steadfast companion, diligently keeping track of every tick and tock, providing me with the precise moments that structured my days. Your consistent reliability was something I truly valued. Now that you have stopped, I find myself missing the rhythmic reassurance you once provided. It serves as a reminder of how crucial every moment is and how even the smallest details, like a watch, play a significant role in our lives. Please know that your previous service was greatly appreciated. If there is any way to restore your functionality, I will certainly do so, for you were a symbol of order and punctuality. Until then, I remain committed to honoring the value of time, even in your absence. Warm regards, [Your Name ©twisha ray #trnojo99 #bepunctual #lifeisamixture

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In gardens where the wildflowers bloom, And nature's colors chase away the gloom, The petals dance in sunlight's grace, A vivid world, a tranquil space. I wish I were a bird in flight, Soaring high from dawn till night, To leave behind the daily grind, And find a peace that’s rare to find. Oh, if all girls could spread their wings, And rise above the worldly strings, They’d touch the skies and feel the breeze, In nature’s arms, their hearts at ease. ©twisha ray Flight of Freedom: A Dream of Nature and Escape #trnojo95 #motivatation #lifeisamixture

In gardens where the wildflowers bloom, And nature's colors chase away the gloom, The petals dance in sunlight's grace, A vivid world, a tranquil space. I wish I were a bird in flight, Soaring high from dawn till night, To leave behind the daily grind, And find a peace that’s rare to find. Oh, if all girls could spread their wings, And rise above the worldly strings, They’d touch the skies and feel the breeze, In nature’s arms, their hearts at ease. ©twisha ray Flight of Freedom: A Dream of Nature and Escape #trnojo95 #motivatation #lifeisamixture

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a palette of dusky hues across the sky, I settled into the quietude of the night. Throughout the day, I had observed the city awaken with the first blush of dawn, bustling streets filled with hurried footsteps and whispered conversations. Noon brought a vibrant cacophony of life: children's laughter in parks, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting from cafes. By dusk, shadows lengthened, casting a serene veil over the world. Now, under the stars, I reflected on the day's symphony of sights and sounds, finding solace in the gentle embrace of the night. Under the velvet blanket of night, I lay on the soft grass, tracing constellations with my heart. Each twinkling star told a story—of distant galaxies and ancient myths—while my thoughts danced among them. The brightest stars were like beacons, guiding my hopes and dreams through the vast expanse of the universe. With every heartbeat, I felt a connection, as if the cosmos whispered secrets only the night could reveal. In those quiet moments, beneath a canopy of shimmering diamonds, I realized that the stars were not just distant lights but reflections of the infinite possibilities within me. ©twisha ray Brightest Star #nightmusings #lifeisamixture #trnojo34

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a palette of dusky hues across the sky, I settled into the quietude of the night. Throughout the day, I had observed the city awaken with the first blush of dawn, bustling streets filled with hurried footsteps and whispered conversations. Noon brought a vibrant cacophony of life: children's laughter in parks, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting from cafes. By dusk, shadows lengthened, casting a serene veil over the world. Now, under the stars, I reflected on the day's symphony of sights and sounds, finding solace in the gentle embrace of the night. Under the velvet blanket of night, I lay on the soft grass, tracing constellations with my heart. Each twinkling star told a story—of distant galaxies and ancient myths—while my thoughts danced among them. The brightest stars were like beacons, guiding my hopes and dreams through the vast expanse of the universe. With every heartbeat, I felt a connection, as if the cosmos whispered secrets only the night could reveal. In those quiet moments, beneath a canopy of shimmering diamonds, I realized that the stars were not just distant lights but reflections of the infinite possibilities within me. ©twisha ray Brightest Star #nightmusings #lifeisamixture #trnojo34

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Money, the currency of the land, A symbol of power and demand. It comes and goes like a tide, A force that we cannot hide. Some see it as the root of all evil, Others see it as a source of retrieval. It can buy us comfort and ease, Or bring us to our knees. Money is a game we all must play, A dance we dance each and every day. But let us not forget the things that matter most, Like love, friendship, and the simple joys we boast. For in the end, when all is said and done, It's not money that defines us, but the battles we've won. So let us use it wisely and with care, And always remember the things that are truly rare. IPL now a fascinations of Indians Minced no phrases in making money Invited warm debates on market economy Solemnized themselves into IPL-T20 Glamour and Game into a cocktail A meet referred to as ‘Globalization of Cricket Culture’. Corporates pledged their crores Bidding may want to purchase human players Heroes and heroines logged in an opera Sponsor companies up in arms Local lads publicity to global masters Revolution in floor infrastructure Threat of ICL to Cricket Board yielded. Some stated ‘its an modern idea’ For others it’s a humiliation of human trade It’s stated – ‘IPL to Cricket is what Page three to Journalism’ A innocent hilarity and money-minting machine. It’s an leisure at its first-class to the mass It’s a colourful makeover in Indian Cricket Heavy bucks to unknown treasurer of cricket board. All eyes centered on float of cash into few pockets Lot of hue and cry on the negligence of country wide games Some say it’s a risk to Test Cricket and One Days, Forgetting the debate in 1971, when ‘One Day Match’ coined. It’s now not a cakewalk to the organizers and players Who have to show at all fee - Invention and Incentives Squashed cheekbones, bruised fingers – says its difficult cricket. Passionate Indian equipped to spare time and money, The buyers ever blissful with the day’s returns, Technicians, media persons, magazines, at warm spot, Players somewhere else raring to come to India and play, Chapter opening of Regionalism and now not Patriotism, Rejoice at one end, combined response and jealous at different end. Farmer suicide instances have taken again web page coverage. Test – One Day Match - identical films can't maintain long Change is controversial however inevitable and irreversible. At the day end, recreation ought to be fascinating and pulsating. Blame sport take us no the place when all experience this game. There is no appear lower back in this recreation of trend and speed. IPL – T20 is right here to continue to be and can't be pulled down Whom to point, when equal ‘Farmer’ buys a ticket to watch? ©twisha ray Indian Money Heist #IPL #bittertruth #lifeisamixture

Money, the currency of the land, A symbol of power and demand. It comes and goes like a tide, A force that we cannot hide. Some see it as the root of all evil, Others see it as a source of retrieval. It can buy us comfort and ease, Or bring us to our knees. Money is a game we all must play, A dance we dance each and every day. But let us not forget the things that matter most, Like love, friendship, and the simple joys we boast. For in the end, when all is said and done, It's not money that defines us, but the battles we've won. So let us use it wisely and with care, And always remember the things that are truly rare. IPL now a fascinations of Indians Minced no phrases in making money Invited warm debates on market economy Solemnized themselves into IPL-T20 Glamour and Game into a cocktail A meet referred to as ‘Globalization of Cricket Culture’. Corporates pledged their crores Bidding may want to purchase human players Heroes and heroines logged in an opera Sponsor companies up in arms Local lads publicity to global masters Revolution in floor infrastructure Threat of ICL to Cricket Board yielded. Some stated ‘its an modern idea’ For others it’s a humiliation of human trade It’s stated – ‘IPL to Cricket is what Page three to Journalism’ A innocent hilarity and money-minting machine. It’s an leisure at its first-class to the mass It’s a colourful makeover in Indian Cricket Heavy bucks to unknown treasurer of cricket board. All eyes centered on float of cash into few pockets Lot of hue and cry on the negligence of country wide games Some say it’s a risk to Test Cricket and One Days, Forgetting the debate in 1971, when ‘One Day Match’ coined. It’s now not a cakewalk to the organizers and players Who have to show at all fee - Invention and Incentives Squashed cheekbones, bruised fingers – says its difficult cricket. Passionate Indian equipped to spare time and money, The buyers ever blissful with the day’s returns, Technicians, media persons, magazines, at warm spot, Players somewhere else raring to come to India and play, Chapter opening of Regionalism and now not Patriotism, Rejoice at one end, combined response and jealous at different end. Farmer suicide instances have taken again web page coverage. Test – One Day Match - identical films can't maintain long Change is controversial however inevitable and irreversible. At the day end, recreation ought to be fascinating and pulsating. Blame sport take us no the place when all experience this game. There is no appear lower back in this recreation of trend and speed. IPL – T20 is right here to continue to be and can't be pulled down Whom to point, when equal ‘Farmer’ buys a ticket to watch? ©twisha ray Indian Money Heist #IPL #bittertruth #lifeisamixture

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कितनी बार गिरा हूं कितनी बार हारा हूं कितनी बार टूटा हूं कितनी बार रोया हूं इन सब का भान नहीं मुझको... पर हर बार दुगुने जोश से उछलकर वापस आया हूं... #life #lifequotes #lifelessons #lifeisamixture #selflove #selfmotivation #yqdidi

कितनी बार गिरा हूं कितनी बार हारा हूं कितनी बार टूटा हूं कितनी बार रोया हूं इन सब का भान नहीं मुझको... पर हर बार दुगुने जोश से उछलकर वापस आया हूं... #life #lifequotes #lifelessons #lifeisamixture #selflove #selfmotivation #yqdidi

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I stroll our route besides you, the equal way we would go And even though the steps familiar, this time they do not flow As as soon as we shared the journey, whilst we have been hand in hand But now when I flip around, your prints are not in the sand So possibly I'll seem forward, in the hope you will go my way On our course I'm certain to locate you, as lengthy as I do not stray But in all the miles I travel, our steps don't ever meet And I nevertheless have not observed you, when I stop lower back on my street When searching for my home, your automobile is no longer there When I appear returned on our path, it is nevertheless final bare And I do not understand, in my coronary heart you are nonetheless so near But when I appear to my side, it is now you disappear While standing at my door, I experience like I have to knock In the hope that you will answer, open and unlock When I go to use my key , I be aware two with the identical cut And all my hopes now vanish, with the door ultimate shut ©twisha ray Hey Mr Road are you listening to me? #crosswalks #lifeisamixture #roadsoflife

I stroll our route besides you, the equal way we would go And even though the steps familiar, this time they do not flow As as soon as we shared the journey, whilst we have been hand in hand But now when I flip around, your prints are not in the sand So possibly I'll seem forward, in the hope you will go my way On our course I'm certain to locate you, as lengthy as I do not stray But in all the miles I travel, our steps don't ever meet And I nevertheless have not observed you, when I stop lower back on my street When searching for my home, your automobile is no longer there When I appear returned on our path, it is nevertheless final bare And I do not understand, in my coronary heart you are nonetheless so near But when I appear to my side, it is now you disappear While standing at my door, I experience like I have to knock In the hope that you will answer, open and unlock When I go to use my key , I be aware two with the identical cut And all my hopes now vanish, with the door ultimate shut ©twisha ray Hey Mr Road are you listening to me? #crosswalks #lifeisamixture #roadsoflife

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Positive & Negative, Good & Bad, Laugh & Cry, Life is a blend of diversity. Tell us what is the mixture that makes up your life? #LifeIsAMixture Thank you Shruti Saxena for suggesting this challenge. You too can suggest a challenge on YourQuote's Family Group on Facebook. #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Positive & Negative, Good & Bad, Laugh & Cry, Life is a blend of diversity. Tell us what is the mixture that makes up your life? #LifeIsAMixture Thank you Shruti Saxena for suggesting this challenge. You too can suggest a challenge on YourQuote's Family Group on Facebook. #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

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Happiness & Sadness, Sweet & sour, Love & hate, Help & hurt.. Life is a blend of diversity. Tell us what is the mixture that makes up your life? #LifeIsAMixture Thank you Shruti Saxena for suggesting this challenge. You too can suggest a challenge on YourQuote's Family Group on Facebook. #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

Happiness & Sadness, Sweet & sour, Love & hate, Help & hurt.. Life is a blend of diversity. Tell us what is the mixture that makes up your life? #LifeIsAMixture Thank you Shruti Saxena for suggesting this challenge. You too can suggest a challenge on YourQuote's Family Group on Facebook. #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba