During Diwali a lot of firecrackers is being used to pollute ambience, is not it a gimmick?
Of course it is,But creating memories is valuable with the special person of your life, Some make it with money , Some with creativity and a little amount of money, it's up to individual choices,
What your partner likes an expensive gift, date or a bucket list ,trips,night dives.
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One of the things I’ve learned is that you can never get away with anything untrue, ever. The chicken always comes home to roost. You can never get away with a falsehood. And, you can never get away with weak thinking, any more than you can get away with improper action.
If you tell the truth, then you have reality on your side. And therefore, I’m very careful with what I say, and I’m very careful with I write.
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It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
Shakespeare's most famous play, Hamlet, exhibits the man's inner workings, being agonized by complex strife with himself and his own desires.
It is a lurid event of post-renaissance drama in which psychology is articulated through brilliant poetry.
Shakespeare articulated both to the high and low culture his existential vision of human frailty.
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John Tain appointed to Carnegie Museum of Art
He will oversee the museum’s curatorial department and work with the museum director, Eric Crosby, to help shape the institution’s artistic program and contextualise its collection.
https://t.co/48OoijXbnoWhat lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...
What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...
Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...
And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.
Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...
You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.
And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.
What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?
Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.
Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?
And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.
Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...
Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.
To hold onto me.
And let me see.
My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...
Have discipline in your working process, understand how one step leads to the next, you should improve more quickly.
Do something at your own pace...
One of the biggest challenges when it comes to social media content is knowing what to post.
When creating content for social media, it is important to share a variety of types of content. Your content should educate, entertain, or sell.
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Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
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