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indeed...
"A beautiful morning starts with a beautiful mindset."
Good Morning everyone! 
Wishing you all a day filled with smiles, positivity, and little moments that make your heart happy.
May today be kinder, brighter, and more beautiful than yesterday.
Wishing you all a day filled with smiles, positivity, and little moments that make your heart happy.
May today be kinder, brighter, and more beautiful than yesterday. 
Our anxiety doesn't come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
We danced in the quiet, no music, just breath,You held me so close, now there's nothing left.
Your shadow still lingers on old wooden floors,
But your footsteps don’t echo here anymore.
I’m barefoot in a memory, still reaching for you,
On tiptoes of hoping for something untrue.
The warmth of your silence, the ghost of your touch—
It’s cruel how the soft things can hurt just as much.
I spin in the stillness, where love used to be,
Not lost in the moment— the moment lost me.
The torn pages of us
You were the fire, I was the flame,
We danced through the dark
just whispering names.
But time turned to embers,
and silence to dust,
Now all that remains are
the torn pages of us.
The roses we kept
have withered in shade,
Like words we once meant
but never quite said.
Love doesn’t echo
the way that it must,
When hearts turn to paper,
and promises rust.
So read me in ashes,
remember the rhyme,
We were a chapter
that ran out of time.
No ink left to write,
no need to discuss—
We’re ghosts in a story...
the torn pages of us.
You were the fire, I was the flame,
We danced through the dark
just whispering names.
But time turned to embers,
and silence to dust,
Now all that remains are
the torn pages of us.
The roses we kept
have withered in shade,
Like words we once meant
but never quite said.
Love doesn’t echo
the way that it must,
When hearts turn to paper,
and promises rust.
So read me in ashes,
remember the rhyme,
We were a chapter
that ran out of time.
No ink left to write,
no need to discuss—
We’re ghosts in a story...
the torn pages of us.
Good morning friends
Hamre tarf se sabhi doston ko vishwakarma pooja ki hardik shubhkamnaen
Hamre tarf se sabhi doston ko vishwakarma pooja ki hardik shubhkamnaen
my dearest mod,
happy birthday dear...
happy birthday dear...
My dearest Tatrikunjeeee
Its your day today and let me wish you all the happiness in the world.
Its been around one and a half years since i hand picked my jewel, and its our 2nd bday together.
May ur life filled with joy.
Am so happy that i get to meet u and have u in my life . And u knw , no matter who ever comes and goes in our life our bond remains the same.
So , ente varshameghathin, ente taatripennin, ente kunjunoolik orayiram janmadinaasamsakal
Rock ur bday girl
Love u lotsss
Its your day today and let me wish you all the happiness in the world.
Its been around one and a half years since i hand picked my jewel, and its our 2nd bday together.
May ur life filled with joy.
Am so happy that i get to meet u and have u in my life . And u knw , no matter who ever comes and goes in our life our bond remains the same.
So , ente varshameghathin, ente taatripennin, ente kunjunoolik orayiram janmadinaasamsakal
Rock ur bday girl
Love u lotsss
Good night guys!!! Sweet dreams guys.!!
Malargale Malargale
Some songs don’t just play in the backgroun—they settle inside you like a forgotten fragrance.
It’s love in its most fragile form—not loud, not desperate…just achingly beautiful.
Two voices…not meeting, but remembering.
He sings with sorrow.
She replies with grace.
And in between the sound of a love that still lives—quietly, in memories.
This song isn’t about a breakup.It’s about that invisible thread that still ties two people who don’t talk anymore..but never really left.
If you’ve ever loved softly, silently, deeply—This song is you. Tell me—what’s your "Malargale" memory?
Nilaa thamizh arindhaal alai mozhi arindhal
Nam mel kavi ezhudhi vesum
Vazhvodu valarpirai thaanae vanna nilave nilave
Vanodu neelam pole izaindhu kondadhu indha urave
Urangadha neram kooda undhan kanave kanave
Oonodu uyirai pole uraindhu ponadhu than urave
Some songs don’t just play in the backgroun—they settle inside you like a forgotten fragrance.
It’s love in its most fragile form—not loud, not desperate…just achingly beautiful.
Two voices…not meeting, but remembering.
He sings with sorrow.
She replies with grace.
And in between the sound of a love that still lives—quietly, in memories.
This song isn’t about a breakup.It’s about that invisible thread that still ties two people who don’t talk anymore..but never really left.
If you’ve ever loved softly, silently, deeply—This song is you. Tell me—what’s your "Malargale" memory?
Nam mel kavi ezhudhi vesum
Vazhvodu valarpirai thaanae vanna nilave nilave
Vanodu neelam pole izaindhu kondadhu indha urave
Urangadha neram kooda undhan kanave kanave
Oonodu uyirai pole uraindhu ponadhu than urave