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Prof. RUPENDRA SAHU "रूप"

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If I were a Painting I am Just want to be As laughing Buddha , Smile/laughing on my face I just want a expression that when anyone have look at me have just smile for a whole day and forgot about all of his/her sorrow..😊 #Collab prompt by YQ Muse #ifiwereapainting #yqbaba #yqmuse #yqtales #rs_rupendra05 #artofeternity #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba Collaborating with Eternal Words

If I were a Painting I am Just want to be As laughing Buddha , Smile/laughing on my face I just want a expression that when anyone have look at me have just smile for a whole day and forgot about all of his/her sorrow..😊 #Collab prompt by YQ Muse #ifiwereapainting #yqbaba #yqmuse #yqtales #rs_rupendra05 #artofeternity #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba Collaborating with Eternal Words

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I want to be friends with people who are not even born yet. (poem in caption) *Timeless* "Ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein" I was not just feeling the lyrics I was actually living the lyrics In the shower, close eyed Atif Aslam was the friend for the day The song Aadat remains timeless

I want to be friends with people who are not even born yet. (poem in caption) *Timeless* "Ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein" I was not just feeling the lyrics I was actually living the lyrics In the shower, close eyed Atif Aslam was the friend for the day The song Aadat remains timeless

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'..we all are wounded in some battlefield fighting our own shadows, bleeding beautiful poetry among the chaos, hoping maybe somebody gets to read us, maybe somebody rises inspite of the fresh wounds, because of us.' (please read caption) Sometimes, when you gulp down the melancholy of slow, corrosive and undescribable ache, you tend to ponder upon the better days of your life when you were something completely different, wearing your heart on the sleeves, taking full strides wherever you went, laughing without faking a thing, loving without boundaries, and creating treasures of memories for the lifetime. Life was not perfect but you were lost in the perfection of time that was flying so damn quick that your tears keep giving the

'..we all are wounded in some battlefield fighting our own shadows, bleeding beautiful poetry among the chaos, hoping maybe somebody gets to read us, maybe somebody rises inspite of the fresh wounds, because of us.' (please read caption) Sometimes, when you gulp down the melancholy of slow, corrosive and undescribable ache, you tend to ponder upon the better days of your life when you were something completely different, wearing your heart on the sleeves, taking full strides wherever you went, laughing without faking a thing, loving without boundaries, and creating treasures of memories for the lifetime. Life was not perfect but you were lost in the perfection of time that was flying so damn quick that your tears keep giving the