The smallest changes, made consistently, often lead to the biggest transformations
because progress isn’t always loud, but it’s always building something greater.

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She is not fragile,
वो काँच नहीं, आग है।
Her silence speaks,
जब जुबां थक जाए, तो आँखें कहती हैं।

Her smile hides हर टूटी हुई रात,
Yet she walks like the moon
owns her path.

वो सिर्फ़ सपना नहीं, हकीकत की चिंगारी है।
She’s not waiting to be saved,
वो खुद अपनी रानी है।

In her tears, there’s prayer,
In her rage, there’s poetry.

वो माँ भी है, मसीहा भी,
और जब टूटती है तब भी दुआ बन जाती है।

She is not just a woman
वो एक पूरा ब्रह्मांड है,
wrapped in grace and fire.

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In a world full of trends, be someone who remains loyal

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Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.

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You are not a whisper in a roaring crowd
you are the pulse, the thunder, the flame.

You are not a question waiting for an answer
you are the answer, the riddle, the wild in-between.

Carry your laughter like a blade.
Wear your dreams like shining armor.

No map can hold you, no mirror can catch you
you are rising, always rising, beyond what the world dares to dream.

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Kirti, you are a beautiful soul💗 You are extremely gorgeous with such a cute face.🦋💗 You don't just write beautifully, thoughts themselves become beautiful when you write🦋 Your beauty and talent are truly special💗
I pray that you are always surrounded by God's graceTouchwood to your beauty and talent.🧿

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I wore my shirt
the wrong way 'round,
Ate mud pies
I proudly found.
Ran from baths
like it was war,
Drew on walls
and then drew more!
No homework, rules,
or bedtime fear,
Just snacks and laughs
from ear to ear.
Childhood’s wild, a messy ride
Glad no one charged rent
for being me with pride.

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A girl's safety should never be a privilege,
it must be her right. It’s not about teaching her to be careful; it’s about teaching the world to be respectful. True change begins when we stop blaming her and start shaping a safer, kinder society for her.

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Childhood is the soft whisper of time that fades too soon, a fleeting season where every scraped knee was healed with a hug and every tear had a reason that felt like the end of the world.

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She is the storm wrapped in grace, the frost that never melts, and the fire that never fades. A strong woman doesn’t wait for magic, she creates it.

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