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I will be inactive from tommorow for idk how long , a man's gotta bear his cross 😞. After life's all sorted and peaceful I will be active again hopefully. All the best to everyone I interacted with here. Best wishes to everyone for their life ahead.🖤.

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जीवन ने बिखेर दिया सूखे पत्तों की तरह

हवा भी चली तो बस उड़ाने को

जो हाथ बढ़े, वो भी शमां जलाने आए

समेटने वाला भी आया था बस जलाने को

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जैसी जीवन जा रही है ऐसा लगता है अल्लाह के सारे बंदे मुझ पे ही हंस रहे हैं

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मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔 मेहरारु चाहिए प्यार करने को 😔

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I hope you are okay with whatever you are going through 🫂

I don't think I've ever been okay , but yeah I shall be eventually . Thank you 🖤.

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I intensely feel like isolating lately as I am going thru some shit , and I might deactivate some random day ( not in few days but maybe someday ) . Was a good time interacting with you all incase I do that . good luck for their future to everyone 🖤 .

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They say God loves everyone equally, but myth after myth says otherwise. There were always those blessed, chosen, protected. And then there were the cursed. The ones who were left behind, cast out, punished for existing. Maybe it’s not just myth. Maybe there really are such forsaken people in the real world too. Because in all these stories, while there are always the beloved, the radiant, the chosen—there’s also always one who was hated, misused, or sacrificed for the sake of others.There are such people existing even now , the cursed ones , the forsaken ones .

Across every mythology, every corner of the earth, there has always been one. One soul marked not by guilt, but by injustice. Not damned by what they did, but by who they were.

In the Sotho lands of Africa, there was Ditaolane, a miracle child who rose from his dead mother’s womb to defeat the beast that had swallowed humanity. He saved the world. And once the world was saved, it turned on him. . He was betrayed and hunted by the very people he saved.

Medusa was raped by Poseidon inside Athena’s temple. Instead of justice, she was cursed by Athena , her hair turned into serpents, her gaze made fatal. She was turned into a monster, not for doing wrong, but for being wronged. Later she was hunted down and beheaded by Perseus, her death treated as a heroic tale.

Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy by Apollo, and cursed the moment she denied him. She foresaw everything, the war, the fire, the blood ,and no one believed her. She was not mad, only unheard. Troy fell exactly as she said it would, and still no one listened. Even after, her life was nothing but torment, from one prison to another. Her curse was never lifted. She suffered and died a slave , though she always did her duty as she was supposed to .

Niobe dared to be proud of her children, and for that, the gods slaughtered each one. A mortal woman celebrating her children was too much for divine ego. She wept until the earth turned her into stone.

Philoctetes was a warrior who carried the sacred bow of Heracles, one the Greeks needed to win the Trojan War. But when his foot became infected and his wounds began to rot, they left him on a deserted island to die alone. He screamed and suffered for years. They only came back for him when they needed his weapon. Not his soul. Just the bow.

In the lands of Mesopotamia, Enkidu was formed from clay to humble Gilgamesh. But once he learned humanity, once he loved and became a friend, the gods decided he had lived enough. They struck him down not because he defied them, but because he behaved humanely . He died alone, broken, asking why.

In the epics of India, Ekalavya trained in the forest, devoted to a guru who never even saw him. He worshipped the very system that rejected him. When he became too good, they demanded his thumb in return for knowledge he had never been given. He learnt all that without a guru , by himself , and when he became the best archer -his thumb was taken from him .

Shambuka was a Shudra, a man born low, who simply wanted to meditate and reach liberation. For that, Rama beheaded him. His fault wasn’t sin. It was being born into the wrong body while trying to reach heaven.

In the Norse world, Hel was born half-living, half-dead. Her only crime was not being easy to look at. She was cast out by Odin to rule the land of the dead, far away from light. Not because she was evil. Just because she didn’t fit. She was made into a goddess of death not by destiny, but by exile.

Hodr, gentle and blind, was manipulated by Loki into killing his beloved brother Balder. Then he was murdered for it. A pawn in a divine game, punished for a hand he didn’t even know he was playing.

In the Bible, Job was good. That was the whole point. He was pious, kind, faithful. And still God allowed Satan to take everything from him. His children died, his body fell apart, he begged for mercy. Not because he sinned, but because God made a bet. His pain was a test. His life became an experiment.

Lilith, long before Eve, was Adam’s first wife. She refused to submit to him, demanded equality, and was cast out. Later they called her a demon, the mother of monsters. But all she asked was to be treated as a person, not property.

Among the Lakota, White Buffalo Calf Woman came bearing sacred rites. Yet in every version of her story, her arrival is marked by death or transformation. Wherever she goes, something must die for wisdom to be born. Her gifts are real, but they are not gentle. She is revered, but never embraced.

In ancient Persia, Yima (or Jamshid) created a paradise to preserve humanity from destruction. But he defied the gods by trying to delay the inevitable. For this, he was cast down and torn apart. He tried to save the world and was punished for it.

In China, Chang’e drank the elixir of immortality to keep it safe. Her reward was exile to the moon, eternal solitude, watching Earth from far away, never to return. She became a goddess, yes - but a goddess who lost her husband, her home, and everything human.

In the Aztec pantheon, Xolotl, twin of Quetzalcoatl, was the god who guided souls to the underworld. Though his work was sacred, he was feared and hunted, even among the gods. They chased him through myth after myth, punished him for simply doing his duty to death.

In Filipino myth, there is Lam-ang, a boy born speaking, strong and gifted. He does everything right ,avenges his father, wins love, brings prosperity. And yet he dies violently, eaten by a giant fish. His community mourns him and resurrects him, but the death still came for no reason. Even in greatness, he was not spared.

In Slavic folklore, there’s Alkonost ,a bird-woman tied to sorrow and joy. When she sings, people forget all pain. But she is doomed to nest by the sea, and when her eggs are disturbed by the waves, she wails in such grief the sky turns black. Her power is beauty, and her fate is mourning.

In Celtic legend, there was Deirdre, promised in prophecy to bring sorrow. She fell in love with a man she was forbidden to have, and fled with him. They were caught. Her lover was killed. She was forced into marriage, and eventually chose death. She wasn’t cursed for wrongdoing ,she was cursed for simply being born.

Across oceans, languages, civilizations ,there is always one who is cursed to be the forsaken one , the one who is not favourite, the one who is to be clown for god's , the one to embody the cosmic joke. One who suffers not because they were evil, but because they were inconvenient. Someone who stood at the edge of what gods would've desired . Someone who doesn't belong anywhere . For someone to be favourite - someone has to be the one that's cursed.

There's a saying that "everyone finds their sadness and dick bigger" though everyone thinks their grief is the worst, their sadness the deepest, in this time, in this age, in this world ,

I am the one who has been forsaken.

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Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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Time to seek solace in berserk again

I can't explain in words how much I love berserk ( the manga ) , it's such a goated masterpiece - everyone should read it once

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One takes shelter when the rain falls, curled up in warmth, safe from the world. But what of the boy whose house is already in flames? Where does he run, when both fire and rain want him drowned? Some say rain heals, that it hides tears. But what if your skin is already burnt, and the water only stings deeper? They say a mother always shields her child from storms. But orphans? They just watch the sky, learning not to flinch when thunder roars. when no arms are left to catch them, the darkness cradles them perhaps . What becomes of them ? .

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Shubham ji wifepaglu ho gaye

I've always been a wifeypaglu for as long as I have consicousness 😔

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किसी गुमनाम गली में था एक कुत्ता

वफ़ा में ढला, मगर तक़दीर में दर्द लिखा

मालिक ने हर रोज़ ज़ुल्म की हद की,

मगर वो हर घाव पे भी दुम हिलाता रहा

हड्डियाँ गिनी जा सकती थीं पसलियों से

रीढ़ टुकड़ों में थी, पर रोया नहीं कभी

न काटा, न गुर्राया, बस चुपचाप सहा

जैसे सजा हो उसे, वफ़ा की ही

एक रोज़ टूटा वो अंतस से

जब साँसें चीख़ में बदल गईं

कहता रहा, "बस कर, बख़्श दे",

मगर लात फिर भी रीढ़ में चल गई

और जब तिल-तिल कर वो बद्दुआ फूटी

नफ़रत से नहीं, टूटी आत्मा से निकली

वो शाप नहीं था, बस क्रंदन था उसका

जो आत्मा के गर्भ से चीख़ बन निकली

अब वही मालिक हर नुक्कड़ पे कहता है

"मैंने तो रोटी दी, कभी ग़ुस्सा नहीं किया"

वो ये नहीं बताता कि किस रोज़…

किसी वफ़ादार की रूह को उसने रोज़-रोज़ मारा था

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जिसे समझा था छाँव उस बंजर सफ़र में

वो ही छीन ले गया आख़िरी आसरा

हमने भरोसे पे रख दी थी साँसें सारी

अब वो नाम भी लगता है इक साज़िश सा

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डर के साए में बाँधी थी उम्मी��ों की नाव

पर हवाओं ने ही सबसे पहला वार किया

क़िस्मत ने नक़्शा कुछ यूँ ही खींचा था शायद

जहाँ किनारा था, वहीं समुंदर ने इन्कार किया

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I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔 I need a wife 😔

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I seek salvation lord , a catharsis from this overflow of horniness and sadness I experience all the time . Is that too much to ask 😭