I only like my hair when it behaves. Sort of like an Indian parent 😛

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Great minds think alike
And so do small ones

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For I have run far and wide
In search of love
In search of something
That I can't define

In that race,
I lost it all
Lost my self
And all that grace

And in that end
I found again
The love for thy
Or so I penned.

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In the realm where digits dwell, 
A tale of 10, I shall tell. 
Not just a number, it's a star, 
Guiding travelers near and far.
A perfect pair, a dual blend, 
Two digits that do transcend.
From fingers counting, one to ten,
 To round numbers' gentle zen.
In mathematics, it holds might, 
A base of knowledge, pure delight. 
Binary dances in its wake,
 With ones and zeros, it does make.
In sports, a jersey proudly worn, 
Legends with this number born. 
From goals scored on fields so green, 
To courts where dreams and sweat convene
A decade marks the passage of time, 
Memories etched, moments sublime.
Ten years of stories interlace, 
In the journey of the human race.

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Crimson sunsets paint the evening sky,
Ripples on the lake as soft winds sigh.
Over hills, the stars begin to gleam,
Whispered tales and dreams in moonlight's beam.
Dancing shadows, night's gentle embrace.

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Abuse is not a personal matter. It cannot be dismissed as trivial. It cannot be contained within walls as that one comment, one slap reverberates. Accepting abuse is a crime against society. The abuser is an abomination of course but we are all guilty of condoning, accepting, normalising abuse be it in love, marriage or a parent-child relationship. Let us take a pledge to lend a helping hand to a confused teenager, a young adult or an innocent child next time we see abuse.

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Weaving worlds from mere thoughts,
Restless minds seek deeper plots.
Ink-stained fingers, bound to create,
Tales of love, loss, joy, and fate.
Eager hearts that never tire,
Reveling in the endless fire.

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In Panem's land where shadows fall,
The Mockingjay's song pierces the air,
She rises up to heed the call,
In freedom's name, her heart laid bare.

The Capitol's grip begins to slip,
A spark ignites, the fire's spread,
With each rebel's whispered tip,
The tyrants quake with growing dread.

Districts unite in whispered tones,
The seeds of hope in silence sown,
From ashes, hope and strength have grown,
In victory, their courage shown.

Through trials faced and battles won,
Katniss stands with bow in hand,
A symbol bright, a beacon shone,
For freedom in this fractured land.

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आपकी तन्हाई आप को मुबारक।
हम तो शमा बांधने में यकीन करते है।।

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Do you want to know a secret?

The flowers that you get for her will become her favourite

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