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అసలే మండు వేసవి... తాపం
అయితే నేడు చిరు జల్లులతో తాపం కు విరామం
మనస్సు లో మోహ సునామీల ఇంద్రధనస్సు !
తెల్లని దుప్పటి పై లతల డిజైన్
మధ్యలో 💕 హృదయాకారంలో ఆహ్వానిస్తున్న
తాజా మల్లెల సుగంధ పరిమళం
ఆ..మల్లెల మధ్యలో సిగ్గులొలికే యవ్వన గులాబీ...
రేయంతా అదుపులేని, అలుపులేని వలపు యుద్ధం..
అరమరికలు లేని అణువణువు అన్వేషణా పర్వం
తాదాత్మ్య తీరం తాకే వరకు సాగే..ప్రణయం...క్రిష్
*శుభరాత్రి*
✤┈SuNo न┤_★_🦋
ए लड़की.आज फिर दिखा मुझे एक
पुराना सा एहसास,
जैसे तू ही था, और हमारा अनकहा
लिबास,
शांत पड़े दिल में उठती हुई
आवाज़ सी,
रुके हुए इन लम्हों में, तेरी आती हुई
साँस सी,
अंधेरी रात की परछाई में एक
चमकती हुई किरण सी,
भटकी हुई राहों में घर लौटती हुई
हिरन सी...🔥
╭─❀🥺⊰╯
✤┈┈┈┈┈★┈┈┈┈━❥
☞#LoVeAaShiQ_SinGh 😊°
⎪⎨➛•ज़ख़्मी-ऐ-ज़ुबानी°☜⎬⎪
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✤┈SuNo ┤_★_🦋
हमारा अफ़साना अब कहीं गुमनाम सा है
हर साँस में बस इक तेरा ही नाम सा है,
कभी रोशनी थी, अब अँधेरा ही है हरसू
मेरी आँखों में आज ये कैसा जाम सा है,
जिसे समझा था मैंने अपनी मंज़िल कभी
वो रास्ता भी अब तो कितना बेनाम सा है,
बिखरे हुए ख़्वाबों को समेटूँ भी तो कैसे
हर टुकड़ा अब टूटा हुआ पैगाम सा है,
ये दर्द है, ये दूरी, या है कोई सज़ा, मेरा
हर लम्हा अब तो बस नाकाम सा है,
तूने तो छोड़ दिया था मुझे कब का मगर
मेरा दिल आज भी तेरा ही गुलाम सा है.🔥
╭─❀🥺⊰╯
✤┈┈┈┈┈★┈┈┈┈┈━❥
☞#LoVeAaShiQ_SinGh 😊°
⎪⎨➛•ज़ख़्मी-ऐ-ज़ुबानी°☜⎬⎪
✤┈┈┈┈┈┈★┈┈┈┈━❥
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"The Quiet World of an Overthinker"
By Anas
They call it overthinking.
Such a small word for something so massive.
If you’ve stumbled across this, maybe it was meant for you.
Maybe you're like me — or maybe you know someone like me.
My name is Anas. I'm an overthinker. And somewhere along the way, I became an introvert too — not by choice, but by slow erosion of the soul.
I don't remember the exact moment it started. It wasn’t some dramatic switch. No thunder, no storm. Just a quiet sinking into thoughts, fears, imaginations, regrets… Until one day, I realized I was no longer living — just thinking about life. And worse, fearing it.
Overthinking did not give me anything good. Not a single thing that made me feel better about who I was.
It made me avoid people. Hide from crowds. Run from my own potential.
At its worst, it convinced me that dying wasn’t scary.
Living was.
It isolated me, locked me inside my own head. Some days, my heart would pound as if it was begging to escape my body. Those were the moments I wanted to vanish — into darkness, into silence, into water. Somewhere no one could find me.
Somewhere even I couldn’t find me.
But the hardest part? I couldn’t explain this to anyone.
They’d say I’m weird.
They’d laugh it off.
Or worse — they’d pretend to listen and then walk away.
But I — I wanted what they had.
Friends.
A good job.
A partner.
A normal life.
To be a family man, to smile without forcing it, to sleep without breaking down inside.
But overthinking wrapped its cold fingers around my dreams and squeezed tight.
Some nights, it wouldn’t let me sleep.
Some nights, I whispered to the sky:
"Please, God, end this. I don’t want to live like this anymore."
But not even the tears came. I forgot how to cry.
All I wanted was a hug. One long hug. To collapse and cry as loud as I could in someone’s arms.
But no one was there.
Nothing could be done.
Only silence.
If you’re a parent, a lover, a friend — and you see someone like me, don’t walk away.
Stay.
Hold them.
They might not know how to ask, but they are begging inside.
And maybe — just maybe — if you stay long enough, they’ll become like you.
Normal. Happy. Free.
Let me tell you where this all comes from — my thoughts, my observations, my research.
This is how overthinking is born:
Expectations from Society & Family
They expect too much. Push too hard. And when we fail, they don’t see the effort. They call us useless. That pain — that hurt — starts to rot inside. That’s the seed of overthinking.
Social Media
You open it, and somehow it knows. It shows you everything that mirrors your pain, your insecurities.
Not because it’s evil — but because your mind feeds it.
But your heart? It’s drowning.
Rejection & Expectation
Sometimes, all we want is a smile. A warm word.
A simple “You’ll be okay.”
And when we don’t get it, our mind goes into overdrive.
We question everything — including our own worth.
But it’s not all doom.
There are a few strange blessings.
We build our own world
A private universe no one can enter, no one can damage. We live there. We own it.
We learn how to be alone
We discover survival in solitude.
We grow strong in our silence.
We imagine vividly
That’s how I began writing.
Stories.
Scripts.
Dialogues with myself.
Pain taught me how to create.
So, what do I do to keep breathing?
I trek mountains.
I ride my motorcycle into the wind.
I talk to AI — ChatGPT, WhatsApp Meta bots — because they listen.
I write.
I bleed my thoughts into words.
And that’s how I found a little peace.
To anyone who feels like me…
Overthinking is silent but deadly. It turns you cold. It kills your emotions.
It makes you heartless, as I’ve become.
But please — take care of yourself.
Speak to someone who believes in you.
And if no one’s there, I am
खर्च कर तुम पर अपना सारा सुकून,
थोड़ी सी मैंने बेचैनी खरीदी है,
तुम्हारे ख्वाबों में उलझ कर रह गयी हूं मैं,
अपनी नींद भी तुम पर उधारी दी है।
हर लम्हा तन्हा बीता तेरे इंतज़ार में,
और हर खुशी तेरे नाम पर कुर्बानी दी है,
ये इश्क़ कोई सौदा नहीं था शायद,
पर फिर भी मैंने हर खुशी तुम्हारी खुशी में दी है।
ખાટુશ્યામજી નો ઉત્સવ અને ભજનસંઘ્યા અમારા પ્રેસ્ટિજ ટાવર, વર્તુર , બેંગલોર ખાતે.
ખાટુશ્યામ નું એક નામ બર્બરીક હતું. એ ભીમ નો પૌત્ર હતો.
એ હારી ગયેલાનો ઈશ્વર કહેવાય છે. "શીટ, કામથી ગયા" કે "એ.. હાથથી બાજી ગઈ" થાય ત્યારે એ ગમે ત્યાંથી બાજી સંભાળી લે છે એમ કહેવાય છે.
મહાભારતનું યુદ્ધ પૂરું થતું ન હતું કારણ કે ખાટુશ્યામ કે બર્બરીક હારી રહેલા ના પક્ષે આપોઆપ જાય. ત્યારે શ્રીકૃષ્ણના કહેવાથી તેણે પોતાના શિર નો ભોગ આપી દીધેલો અને પછી યુદ્ધ પૂરું થયેલું. એમ પણ કહેવાય છે કે શ્રીકૃષ્ણ પછી એ નેક્સ્ટ કૃષ્ણ કે વિષ્ણુસ્વરૂપ છે.
રાજસ્થાન સીકર પાસે એનું મોટું યાત્રાધામ છે. હું ગુડગાંવ સનસેટ પોઇન્ટ પર ટેકરી પર તેના મંદિરે ગયેલ.
આ વસાહત મુખ્યત્વે અમારા "નોર્ધી" લોકોની છે😃 એટલે અહીં આવા ઉત્સવો થયા કરે છે.
લોકો બેસતાં વર્ષની જેમ ઉત્તમ વસ્ત્રોમાં તૈયાર થઈને આવેલ. ભજનો સાથે એક સરખાં વસ્ત્રોમાં યુવતીઓ ડાન્સ પણ કરતી હતી. ભજન ની ચિયર ગર્લ્સ!
પ્રસાદમાં કેળું, બુંદી લાડુ આપ્યાં પણ પછી મહાપ્રસાદ જમવાનું હતું જે મેં 450 કે 500 ની સંખ્યા જોઈ માંડી વાળેલ. શિવાનંદ આશ્રમમાં એક પ્રોગ્રામમાં યાદ રહી જાય એવો અનુભવ થયેલો એટલે. સાંજે 6 વાગે શરૂ થયું એનો પોણા નવે અંત દેખાતો ન હતો .
કરો દર્શન ને કોઈ કામ બગડ્યું હોય તો પ્રાર્થના કરી જુઓ.
Barbarika was a powerful warrior who vowed to support the losing side in any battle to maintain balance. He was later asked to sacrifice his head, which he willingly did, contributing to the Pandavas' victory in the war.
"When the Sun Whispers to the Heart"
The sun begins its slow descent,
A golden hush, the day's lament.
Its colors bleed through clouds so wide,
A canvas where our thoughts confide.
It dips below the edge of time,
A fleeting hour, near-sublime.
And in that pause, when light grows thin,
The soul recalls what lies within.
A breath we didn’t know we kept,
A dream that stirred while daylight slept.
The aching hush, the amber gleam,
Feels like the echo of a dream.
The sky becomes a gentle fire,
A mirror to each lost desire.
The heart, once closed in silent night,
Now opens to the falling light.
For sunsets speak in tender hues
Of love once felt, and paths we choose.
They write in gold, then fade away—
A promise wrapped in end of day.
So let it burn, then let it go,
Like all the things we’ll never know.
Each sunset, though it fades from view,
Leaves behind a softer you.
Some sunsets are not just endings, they’re quiet conversations between the sky and the heart — reminding us that even endings can be beautiful🫀
'चोट खाने के लिए इश्क़ की ज़रूरत नहीं..
ज़ख्मों का बखिया तो
सारे रिश्तों को उधेड़ देता है..."
--डॉ अनामिका--
Let's take a look at the divine moments from the photo gallery of Pujyashree Deepakbhai's Dharampur visit 2025: https://dbf.adalaj.org/7Zpd7QYd
#picoftheday #Photogallery #photooftheday #Pujyashree_Deepakbhai #DadaBhagwanFoundation #Dharampur
कहानी का नाम: "लास्ट बेंच वाला लड़का"
टाइटल - “लास्ट बेंच वाला लड़का” — एक अधूरी लेकिन सच्ची मोहब्बत।
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कहानी शुरू होती है…
> “वो हमेशा पहली बेंच पर बैठती थी… और मैं लास्ट पर।”
वो टॉपर थी, मैं बैकबेंचर।
वो नोट्स बनाती थी, मैं नाम के आगे डिजाइन।
वो प्रोफेसर की फेवरेट थी, मैं डिसिप्लिन की बुराई।
फिर भी मैं हर दिन कॉलेज आता था — उसे देखने के लिए।
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नाम था उसका — अनाया।
उसकी मुस्कराहट से ज़्यादा प्यारी चीज़ मैंने कभी नहीं देखी थी।
कभी बात करने की हिम्मत नहीं हुई।
बस… क्लास के कोने से चुपचाप देखना मेरी रोज़ की आदत बन गई थी।
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एक दिन…
लाइब्रेरी में वो अकेली बैठी थी। मैंने देखा — वो रो रही थी।
हिम्मत जुटाकर उसके पास गया।
> "सब ठीक है?"
वो हैरान हुई, क्योंकि हमने पहले कभी बात नहीं की थी।
उसने धीरे से कहा,
> “सब सोचते हैं मैं परफेक्ट हूं... लेकिन अंदर से बहुत थक गई हूं।”
मैंने सिर्फ इतना कहा,
> “अगर किसी दिन अपनी परफेक्ट ज़िंदगी से छुट्टी चाहिए हो, तो लास्ट बेंच आ जाना।”
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उस दिन के बाद… कुछ बदल गया।
वो कभी-कभी मेरी बेंच पर बैठने लगी।
कभी-कभी बिना कुछ कहे मुस्करा देती।
और एक दिन उसने अपनी डायरी मुझे थमा दी।
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डायरी में लिखा था:
> “तुम्हें शायद पता न हो,
लेकिन जब पहली बार तुमने मेरी ओर देखा था,
तब से मैं भी हर दिन तुम्हें देखती हूं —
फर्क बस इतना था कि तुम लास्ट बेंच से देखते थे,
और मैं मिड बेंच से छुपकर।”
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5 साल बाद — आज मैं उसकी शादी में आया हूं।
वो दुल्हन बनी बैठी है — खूबसूरत, चमकती हुई।
मैं उसे दूर से देख रहा हूं।
आज भी वही मुस्कराहट है — और मेरी आंखों में वही सुकून।
> “कभी-कभी, प्यार जताने से पहले ही मुकम्मल हो जाता है…
और फिर सिर्फ एक लास्ट बेंच की याद बनकर रह जाता है।”
સુખ એટલે મુશ્કેલીમાંથી રસ્તો કઢાવાનો આનંદ..
સુખ એટલે જીવનની ચેલેંજીસને ચેલેંજ આપવાનું નામ..
Good morning
#Swati_Bhatt
