She: Do you think the stars remember who made wishes on them?

He: Maybe... maybe not.
But I think they always remember the ones who kept wishing even when they were tired, even when hope felt too heavy to hold. That's how stars choose who deserves the miracle the most.❤️— % &She: So... you're saying the stars listened?

He: No.
I'm saying you kept whispering to the sky when no one else did. And that's why the universe wrote me into your story as the wish you never stopped believing in.❤️— % &She (softly): You're the only wish I'll always hold on to.

He (smiling): And I'll spend a lifetime proving the stars were right.❤️— % &

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He calls her “Mere Ghar ki Lakshmi".
And to her, he’s her “Luckshmi”, a blessing wrapped in love,
luck, and strength.

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"A Love That Moved the Mountain"❤️

In Gehlour's dust, a soul was born,
unknown to wealth or fame,
No silken robes, no golden crown, just a laborer's name.
But in his chest, a lion's heart, and in that heart, a flame
A fire lit by Falguni's smile, that none could ever tame.

No palace, no procession grand, no kingdom to his claim,
Yet love had made him royalty, beyond all worldly shame.
A simple man, a common life, yet what a dream he dared,
To honor her with something vast: a path none else had shared.

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"All Eyes on Humanity"💔

Yes, it is painfully true that in the recent Pahalgam attack, innocent Hindu pilgrims were targeted and brutally killed by terrorists. But let us also not overlook the brave Muslim horseman who stood up against these attackers and lost his life in the same fight. His sacrifice is a reminder that terrorism has no religion, it only has hatred.

In the face of such cruelty, let us not allow our anger to cloud our judgment. Dehumanizing the Muslim community in our own country based on the actions of terrorists is not just unfair, it’s un-Indian. I don’t say this to win the approval of anyone. I say this because no child,Muslim, Hindu, or of any faith should grow up feeling like a stranger in their own motherland.

This nation was built on the pillars of unity and secularism. We must not let the acts of a few demons destroy the soul of our country.

Instead of turning on each other, we must ask the real questions:
Where were our forces?
Why wasn’t there intelligence before this tragedy?
How could such an attack be planned and executed in a land known for its strong defence system?

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Her beauty is beyond the limits,
Eyes holding galaxies, smile casting eclipse,
A divine glow wrapped in mortal skin,
In her, he sees Parvati, love's sacred twin.

He patiently asked chaand se, ki dekha hai kahin
Mere yaar sa haseen?
Chaand ne kaha, "chaandani ki qasam, Nahi, nahi, nahii..."

He brings her roses-red, white, and blue,
But none match her celestial hue.
She walks like a poem, blooms like a dream,
A timeless princess in a lover's theme.

He patiently asked baag se, falak ho ya zameen
Aisa phool hai kahin?
Baag ne kaha, "har kali ki qasam, Nahi, nahi, nahii..."— % &Her hair-a soft river, flowing and free,
Whenever she opens it, hearts skip beats.
No fragrance on earth or in the sky
Can match the scent when she walks by.

He patiently asked jam se, falak ho ya zameen
Aisi may bhi hai kahin?
Jam ne kaha, "mayakashi ki qasam, Nahi, nahi, nahii..."

She writes not just words, she bleeds her soul,
With every line, she makes broken hearts whole.
She doesn't write poems, she births pain in bloom
Giving shattered hearts a place and a room.

He patiently asked shaayaron se, aisa dil-nasheen
Koi sher hai kahin?
Shaayar kahen, "shaayari ki qasam, Nahi, nahi, nahii..."— % &And still, he stands in silence, loud in love,
With faith stronger than stars above.
For when the world answers "Nahii" each time,
He smiles because she is his forever rhyme.❤️— % &

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Just as the aorta breathes life into every corner of the body,
you breathe strength into every part of me. You are not just my support,
you are my silent rhythm, my steady hope, the unseen force that keeps me going.
In every moment I feel like giving up, you are the reason I choose to rise again.❤️

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Just like the myelin sheath leaves tiny gaps those magical nodes of Ranvier for nerve impulses to leap and life to flow, love too needs its pauses. A few sweet arguments, playful silences, and imperfect moments, they're not flaws, but the very sparks that keep the heart racing. Without them, love would be flat, like a song without rhythm, a sky without stars.❤️

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In every word, she plants a smile,
With warmth that lingers all the while,
A soul so pure, a gentle grace,
She lights the dark, she lifts the place.
She sees the best, and brings it true,
A friend so rare, so kind, so you.

She calls me the best with stars in her eyes,
But her own pen paints the skies.
Each line she writes, a work of art,
Crafted with joy, straight from the heart.
She lifts me high, yet humbly stands,
With dreams and love in both her hands.

Oh, you're the sunshine beam,
The echo in my writer’s dream.
Admiring me with boundless cheer,
Yet it’s your voice I hold most dear.
For in your praise and gentle might,
You make the world a bit more bright.

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She (resting her head on his shoulder): Why do you always look at me like I'm some kind of magic?

He (smiling, eyes closed): Because you are. The kind of magic that feels like home.— % &She (teasing): Magic disappears, you know......

He (gently turning to her): Then I'll spend forever chasing you... and loving the journey just as much.— % &She (softly): You love so quietly. So deeply. How do you do that?

He: Because I never learned how to love halfway. You deserve the kind that stays even in silence.— % &She (blushing): And what if I fall apart someday?

He (cupping her cheek): Then I'll hold every piece of you like it's my only treasure.— % &She: You're not afraid to lose me?

He (smiling with calm certainty): I won't lose you. Some souls are written together in the stars. You're mine in this life, and all the ones after.— % &

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Love is a lifelong habit like choosing her homemade food over fast food, even at 80, because her love has always been the best ingredient.❤️

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