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Deeksha Pilania

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Question : Why is it unsafe to walk about in spring? Answer: Because the grass has blades, the flowers have pistils and the tress are shooting. ©Deeksha Pilania #Springtime #interesting and funny vibes comedy shayari

Question : Why is it unsafe to walk about in spring? Answer: Because the grass has blades, the flowers have pistils and the tress are shooting. ©Deeksha Pilania #Springtime #interesting and funny vibes comedy shayari

Sahil Hussain

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दोस्तों क्या आप जानते हैँ अगर नहीं जानते तो इस को लास्ट तक देखें। दोस्तों अगर किसी व्यक्ति के साथ कुछ हुआ है और वह उसको दोहराना चाहता है तो वह तभी दोहरा सकता है जब वह उसका मेन केरेक्टर हो और आप मेन केरेक्टर नही हो तो आप उस चीज को कभी नही दोहरा सकते आप चाहे कितनी भी कोशिश कर ले। अगर आपको यह बात थोड़ी सी भी अच्छी लगी तो इसको लाइक शेयर और कॉमेंट जरूर करें और हमे फॉलो करना न भूलें। ©Sahil Hussain amazing and interesting fact #nojato #Trending #viral♥️♥️♥️ #interesting

दोस्तों क्या आप जानते हैँ अगर नहीं जानते तो इस को लास्ट तक देखें। दोस्तों अगर किसी व्यक्ति के साथ कुछ हुआ है और वह उसको दोहराना चाहता है तो वह तभी दोहरा सकता है जब वह उसका मेन केरेक्टर हो और आप मेन केरेक्टर नही हो तो आप उस चीज को कभी नही दोहरा सकते आप चाहे कितनी भी कोशिश कर ले। अगर आपको यह बात थोड़ी सी भी अच्छी लगी तो इसको लाइक शेयर और कॉमेंट जरूर करें और हमे फॉलो करना न भूलें। ©Sahil Hussain amazing and interesting fact #nojato #Trending #viral♥️♥️♥️ #interesting

Bitterone_me

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In pixels and dreams, my restless soul thrives, I love to play games, where adventure survives. Creating worlds, a developer's crusade, Designing each level, where magic is made. With passion ablaze, I build my own way, I shape wonders, where players can play. A future unfolds, my dreams intertwine, As a game developer, my destiny aligns. ©Bitterone_me #game #DEVELOPER #pixels #Passion #Dream #viral #Popular #bitteroneme #interesting #FirstLove

In pixels and dreams, my restless soul thrives, I love to play games, where adventure survives. Creating worlds, a developer's crusade, Designing each level, where magic is made. With passion ablaze, I build my own way, I shape wonders, where players can play. A future unfolds, my dreams intertwine, As a game developer, my destiny aligns. ©Bitterone_me #game #DEVELOPER #pixels #Passion #Dream #viral #Popular #bitteroneme #interesting #FirstLove

MANISH KUMAR

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जिंदगी में कोई जादू नही होगा तुम्हे चलते रहना पड़ेगा कर ना मलाल किसी बात का तुझे हंसते रहना पड़ेगा मत मना दुःख तू पुरानी बातो यादों का तुम्हें मुकुराते रहना पड़ेगा ©manish_official_shayari #ManKeUjaale #musafir #muskurahat #Feel #interesting

जिंदगी में कोई जादू नही होगा तुम्हे चलते रहना पड़ेगा कर ना मलाल किसी बात का तुझे हंसते रहना पड़ेगा मत मना दुःख तू पुरानी बातो यादों का तुम्हें मुकुराते रहना पड़ेगा ©manish_official_shayari #ManKeUjaale #musafir #muskurahat #Feel #interesting

Huep

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The fog rolled in like a ghostly blanket, shrouding the landscape in an eerie stillness. It was a foggy evening, and the small town of Willowbrook was engulfed in a thick, mysterious mist. The streets, normally bustling with activity, now lay deserted and quiet, as if frozen in time. Amelia, a young artist with a penchant for solitude, found herself captivated by the allure of the fog. Clutching her sketchbook and pencil, she ventured out into the misty embrace, her steps cautious but filled with anticipation. The street lamps cast a dim glow, barely piercing through the veil of white. As Amelia walked, she felt the fog wrap around her like a soft embrace. It whispered secrets in her ear, urging her to explore its enigmatic depths. The familiar landmarks of her town became unfamiliar, their shapes distorted and obscured. Shadows danced in the mist, their elusive forms teasing her imagination. Curiosity guiding her, Amelia followed a narrow path leading to the outskirts of the town. The fog seemed to grow thicker, obscuring her surroundings even more. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. It was as if she had stepped into another realm, a world between reality and dreams. Suddenly, a haunting melody drifted through the fog, capturing Amelia's attention. The sound was ethereal, as if it emanated from the very essence of the mist itself. Intrigued, she followed the enchanting music, letting it guide her through the foggy labyrinth. The melody led her to a clearing in the woods, where a lone figure stood amidst the mist. It was a violinist, their silhouette barely visible through the fog. The musician played with an otherworldly grace, their fingers dancing across the strings, conjuring music that seemed to transcend time and space. Amelia approached the violinist, mesmerized by the enchanting performance. She watched in awe as the fog swirled and danced to the rhythm of the music, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. The melodies filled her soul, awakening a profound sense of wonder and inspiration. Time seemed to stand still as the violinist played, their music intertwining with the fog, painting a picture of beauty and mystery. Amelia, unable to contain her excitement, reached for her sketchbook and began to draw. The lines flowed effortlessly from her pencil, capturing the essence of the fog and the ethereal music. As the last notes faded into the night, the fog started to recede, gradually revealing the familiar surroundings of Willowbrook. The violinist smiled at Amelia, their eyes filled with gratitude. And then, as if melting into the mist itself, they disappeared, leaving Amelia standing alone in the clearing. With her sketchbook in hand, Amelia returned to the town, her heart brimming with newfound inspiration. The foggy evening had gifted her a glimpse into a world of magic and creativity. She knew that her art would forever bear the mark of that ethereal encounter, a testament to the power of fog and the beauty it unveiled on that mysterious night. ©Huep Ghostly Figgy Evening #Ghostly #evening #story #interesting ting

The fog rolled in like a ghostly blanket, shrouding the landscape in an eerie stillness. It was a foggy evening, and the small town of Willowbrook was engulfed in a thick, mysterious mist. The streets, normally bustling with activity, now lay deserted and quiet, as if frozen in time. Amelia, a young artist with a penchant for solitude, found herself captivated by the allure of the fog. Clutching her sketchbook and pencil, she ventured out into the misty embrace, her steps cautious but filled with anticipation. The street lamps cast a dim glow, barely piercing through the veil of white. As Amelia walked, she felt the fog wrap around her like a soft embrace. It whispered secrets in her ear, urging her to explore its enigmatic depths. The familiar landmarks of her town became unfamiliar, their shapes distorted and obscured. Shadows danced in the mist, their elusive forms teasing her imagination. Curiosity guiding her, Amelia followed a narrow path leading to the outskirts of the town. The fog seemed to grow thicker, obscuring her surroundings even more. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. It was as if she had stepped into another realm, a world between reality and dreams. Suddenly, a haunting melody drifted through the fog, capturing Amelia's attention. The sound was ethereal, as if it emanated from the very essence of the mist itself. Intrigued, she followed the enchanting music, letting it guide her through the foggy labyrinth. The melody led her to a clearing in the woods, where a lone figure stood amidst the mist. It was a violinist, their silhouette barely visible through the fog. The musician played with an otherworldly grace, their fingers dancing across the strings, conjuring music that seemed to transcend time and space. Amelia approached the violinist, mesmerized by the enchanting performance. She watched in awe as the fog swirled and danced to the rhythm of the music, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. The melodies filled her soul, awakening a profound sense of wonder and inspiration. Time seemed to stand still as the violinist played, their music intertwining with the fog, painting a picture of beauty and mystery. Amelia, unable to contain her excitement, reached for her sketchbook and began to draw. The lines flowed effortlessly from her pencil, capturing the essence of the fog and the ethereal music. As the last notes faded into the night, the fog started to recede, gradually revealing the familiar surroundings of Willowbrook. The violinist smiled at Amelia, their eyes filled with gratitude. And then, as if melting into the mist itself, they disappeared, leaving Amelia standing alone in the clearing. With her sketchbook in hand, Amelia returned to the town, her heart brimming with newfound inspiration. The foggy evening had gifted her a glimpse into a world of magic and creativity. She knew that her art would forever bear the mark of that ethereal encounter, a testament to the power of fog and the beauty it unveiled on that mysterious night. ©Huep Ghostly Figgy Evening #Ghostly #evening #story #interesting ting

Sita Prasad

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ज़रा सी जिस तरह ज़रा सी बारिश अच्छी लगती है, ज़रा सी वह सुबह सुबह की धूप छूती है, ज़रा सी वह मनचले पवन का झोंका, ज़र्रे ज़र्रे को चाँद की किरणें चमकाती हैं। उसी तरह ज़रा सा प्यार, ज़रा सा साथ किसी का, कहीं संग चार कदम चलना, मस्ती भरा अंदाज़ किसी का। खुशियों का पिटारा भर दे, न कामना कर हद से ज़्यादा ऐ दोस्त! ©Sita Prasad #Hindi #poem #Life_experience #interesting #musings #lessons #simplelife #simile Poonam Suyal Sethi Ji Anshu writer कवि संतोष बड़कुर Sunita Pathania

ज़रा सी जिस तरह ज़रा सी बारिश अच्छी लगती है, ज़रा सी वह सुबह सुबह की धूप छूती है, ज़रा सी वह मनचले पवन का झोंका, ज़र्रे ज़र्रे को चाँद की किरणें चमकाती हैं। उसी तरह ज़रा सा प्यार, ज़रा सा साथ किसी का, कहीं संग चार कदम चलना, मस्ती भरा अंदाज़ किसी का। खुशियों का पिटारा भर दे, न कामना कर हद से ज़्यादा ऐ दोस्त! ©Sita Prasad #Hindi #poem #Life_experience #interesting #musings #lessons #simplelife #simile Poonam Suyal Sethi Ji Anshu writer कवि संतोष बड़कुर Sunita Pathania