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LOUDER !!!!!
Yes I'm Kshatriya, because I fight for my country. Not fight with my country
Yes I'm Brahmin, because I learn and preach about my country and the martyrs. Not preach against my country.
Yes I'm Vaishya, because main apne desh ki growth ke liye sauda karta hu. Apne desh ka sauda nahi karta.
Yes I'm Shudra. Because main apni desh ko serve karta hu. Desh drohi ko nahi karta.
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"Il sorriso che ha attraversato i secoli e i cuori."
(The smile that has crossed centuries and hearts)
"Une énigme artistique qui défie le temps."
(An artistic enigma that defies time)
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Tried to digitise but she is still a mystery ❤️
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मत्त: परतरं नान्यत्किञ्चिदस्ति धनञ्जय ।
मयि सर्वमिदं प्रोतं सूत्रे मणिगणा इव ॥ ७ ॥
There is nothing higher than Myself, O Arjun. Everything rests in Me, as beads strung on a thread.
रसोऽहमप्सु कौन्तेय प्रभास्मि शशिसूर्ययो: ।
प्रणव: सर्ववेदेषु शब्द: खे पौरुषं नृषु ॥ ८ ॥
I am the taste in water, O son of Kunti, and the radiance of the sun and the moon. I am the sacred syllable Om in the Vedic mantras; I am the sound in ether, and the ability in humans.
पुण्यो गन्ध: पृथिव्यां च तेजश्चास्मि विभावसौ ।
जीवनं सर्वभूतेषु तपश्चास्मि तपस्विषु ॥ ९ ॥
I am the pure fragrance of the Earth, and the brilliance in fire. I am the life-force in all beings, and the penance of the ascetics.
बीजं मां सर्वभूतानां विद्धि पार्थ सनातनम् ।
बुद्धिर्बुद्धिमतामस्मि तेजस्तेजस्विनामहम् ॥ १० ॥
O Arjun, know that I am the eternal seed of all beings. I am the intellect of the intelligent, and the splendor of the glorious.
~ Bhagvad Gita, Chapter 7, verses 7-10)
[Shubh Gita Jayanti. May Lord Krishna bless us all with divine wisdom]
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Thank God somebody said that 😌
‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs
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इश्क़-ए-हिंदुस्तान
जोधा, जो बनी मलिका-ए-हिंदुस्तान,
और जलाल, शहंशाह-ए-हिंदुस्तान का अरमान।
एक थी राजपूती शान, दूजा था जंग का तूफ़ान,
मगर मोहब्बत ने लिख दिया दोनों का फरमान।
जलाल, जो था जंगों का बेमिसाल सिकंदर,
जोधा के इश्क़ से बना अदल का पैग़ंबर।
खून की नदी में जो खेता था अपने जहान,
उसके दिल में मोहब्बत ने जलाए दिए अरमान।
अज़ान की सदा और मंदिर की घंटियां,
बनीं गवाही उनके दिल की बेतहाशा उल्फ़तियां।
धर्म का झगड़ा जो मिटा, बना हिंदुस्तान का पैग़ाम,
मोहब्बत से रचा इत्तेहाद का नया आयाम।
शम्स की तरह अकबर का नूर चमका,
माहताब सी जोधा का हुस्न महका।
मज़हब की दीवारें भी हिलने लगीं,
इश्क़ की खुशबू से फ़िज़ाएं महकने लगीं।
जोधा की मासूमियत ने बदल दिया जलाल,
शहंशाह बना, पर दिल का अकबर रहा ख़ालिस और नायाब।
इश्क़-ए-जोधा-अकबर, हिंदुस्तान की पहचान,
जहां अदल और मोहब्बत का लिखा गया नया संविधान।

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II उपप्लव्ये महर्षिर्मे कृष्णद्वैपायनोऽब्रवीत् यतो धर्मस्ततः कृष्णो यतः कृष्णस्ततो जयः II
“In Upaplavya, Maharshi Krishna Dvaipayana told me, “Where there is dharma, Krishna is there. Where there is Krishna, victory is there.”
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Where Doubts Fade and Love Awakens...
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape, the camp was alive with activity. Soldiers of Krishna’s army, a formidable force of five thousand, moved with purpose as they set up their temporary home along the banks of the Narmada River. The sounds of laughter mingled with commands and the rustling of canvas as tents were erected, creating a bustling atmosphere.
Krishna, ever the leader, oversaw the arrangement, his presence reassuring to the soldiers and his companions. Balram and Satyaki helped direct the men, ensuring that everything was in order. The scent of fresh earth mixed with the aroma of food being prepared, as some of the cooks worked to provide a hearty meal for the weary travelers.
Amid the organized chaos, Rukmini stood near the river, watching the scene unfold. She felt a sense of wonder at the strength and camaraderie of the army. The tents—sturdy and colorful—were quickly assembled, creating a small village under the sprawling night sky. She saw the maids and servants worked diligently to arrange her tent, ensuring she would be comfortable for the night.
“Over there, near the water,” Balram directed one of the maids, pointing to a spot with a lovely view of the river. “It would be perfect for Rukmini's tent.”
“Yes, my Lord,” the maid replied, scurrying off to follow her instructions.
As the tents were finally secured, Balram approached Rukmini, his expression warm and welcoming. “You’ve arrived at our humble camp, Princess Rukmini. How do you find it?”
“It’s beautiful,” she replied, glancing around. The flickering firelight illuminated the faces of the soldiers, their camaraderie and laughter filling the air with warmth. “Your army has done well.”
“Only the best for my little sister” Balram said, a teasing lilt in his voice. He gestured toward the river. “We’ll have a grand feast tonight. Our cooks have promised delicacies fit for royalty.”
Rukmini smiled, her heart lightening. “I look forward to it. But I must say, I’m still trying to process the day’s events.”
Sensing her need for comfort, Balram said putting his hand on her head, “Rukmini, you’ve shown great courage today. Tomorrow, we will set out for Dwarka, but tonight, let us enjoy the company around us.”
Rukmini found herself relaxing. She nodded. Balram smiled at her and left for another spot to arrange things.
As the last rays of sunlight faded into twilight, Rukmini felt the warmth of Balram's camaraderie linger in her heart, yet an ache of uncertainty pulled at her. She excused herself from the laughter and chatter of the camp, seeking solace away from the hustle and bustle. With each step toward the riverbank, the sound of laughter faded, replaced by the soothing whispers of the flowing water.
Krishna, who was with his horses saw her leaving.
Finding a secluded spot under the sprawling branches of a nearby tree, Rukmini settled down at the edge of the Narmada River. The gentle waves lapped against the shore, creating a rhythmic melody that both calmed and stirred her emotions. She gazed into the water, watching the reflections dance like flickering stars.
Her thoughts drifted back to the day’s events—the moment Krishna had grasped her hand, his fingers warm and reassuring. The image of him fighting against her brother Rukmi, then thrashing away Jarasandh's formidable army flooded her mind, his valor and strength shining brightly in her memory. He had come for her, risking everything to rescue her, but as she reflected, a doubt crept in.
Did he act out of love for her, or was it simply his duty as a warrior to honor her plea? The letter she had sent him, filled with desperation and hope, replayed in her mind. Had he felt compelled by some noble obligation rather than genuine affection? The thought twisted her heart, and she drew her knees to her chest, feeling the weight of uncertainty settle over her.
She loved Krishna deeply, more than she had ever imagined loving someone. His presence ignited a flame within her, yet the shadows of doubt loomed large. What if he saw her merely as a damsel in distress rather than as an equal partner? What if he didn’t love her in return?
Rukmini closed her eyes, allowing the cool breeze to brush against her skin. With each breath, she tried to silence the turmoil within her, but the questions lingered.
In the distance, she heard the sounds of the camp—the cheerful banter of soldiers, the crackling of firewood, and the laughter that echoed through the night. But here, by the river, she was alone with her thoughts, wrestling with the uncertainty of her heart.

“Rukmini,” a familiar voice broke through her reverie.
Startled, she turned to see Krishna approaching, the light of the campfire illuminating his figure against the darkening sky. He paused at the edge of the clearing, concern etched across his features as he took in her solitary state.
“Why have you come here alone?” he asked softly, stepping closer.
Rukmini swallowed hard, her heart racing at his presence. “I just needed a moment to think,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked away, not wanting him to see the turmoil in her eyes.
Krishna knelt beside her, his expression gentle yet inquisitive. “What troubles you, my princess?”
The warmth of his concern enveloped her, yet the doubts still clung to her. She hesitated, unsure if she could voice her fears. “I—” she began, but the words caught in her throat.
“Speak freely,” he encouraged, his voice soothing as the river’s flow. “You can trust me.”
Rukmini took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, the moonlight shimmering on the surface of the river like a million tiny stars. She could feel Krishna’s unwavering gaze on her, encouraging her to speak the truth that weighed heavily on her heart.
“Krishna,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “today was a whirlwind. You fought so bravely against Jarasandh's army, and you saved me when I felt most helpless. But as I sit here, I can’t help but feel conflicted.” She paused, searching for the right words, her heart racing.
“What if you came to my rescue not out of love, but out of obligation?” Rukmini’s voice quivered, and she turned to face him, the pain in her eyes evident. “I wrote to you in desperation, praying for a savior, and you came. But was it the cry of a heart in need that drew you, or was it your warrior virtue that compelled you to act?”
Krishna listened intently, his expression calm and understanding. He made no attempt to interrupt, allowing her to unburden herself completely.
“I have loved you for so long, Krishna,” she continued, her voice growing steadier as she spoke. “Your strength, your wisdom, your laughter—they fill my heart with joy. But now, in this moment of solitude, I find myself questioning everything. What if I am just a fleeting distraction for you? What if, in your eyes, I am no more than a prize to be claimed? ”
Rukmini looked away, tears brimming in her eyes. “I fear that I might have misjudged your intentions. You saved me, yes, but what if our paths were destined to diverge again? What if I am not worthy of the love I yearn for?”
Krishna remained silent, his heart aching at her vulnerability. He understood the weight of her words, the fear that shadowed her thoughts. Rukmini was not just a princess; she was a woman caught between her dreams and the harsh reality of uncertainty.
“Every moment I have spent with you has felt like a gift,” Rukmini continued, her voice softening as she met his gaze once more. “But what if I am building castles in the air, only to have them crumble into dust? You are so much more than I ever imagined—a hero, a leader, someone who is destined for greatness, and I... I am just a girl from Vidarbh. I fear that... that I may not fit into that world of yours.”
Krishna’s heart swelled with compassion as he absorbed her words. He could sense the depth of her love and the intensity of her fears. This was not just a fleeting moment of doubt; it was a profound struggle within her heart, a reflection of her hopes and insecurities.
As Rukmini finished pouring out her heart, an unsettling silence enveloped them. Krishna remained still, his gaze fixed on the river as if searching for answers in its depths. Rukmini’s heart raced in the quiet, confusion swirling in her chest. She had bared her soul to him, and yet, he seemed distant, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Krishna stood up, his movement breaking the spell of silence. Rukmini blinked, surprise washing over her as she looked up at him. He extended his hand, palm open, inviting her to rise. “Get up,” he said, his tone gentle yet commanding.
Rukmini hesitated for a moment, puzzled by his sudden shift. She took his hand, her heart fluttering as he pulled her to her feet. “Where are we going?” she asked, curiosity mingling with uncertainty.
“Come, let’s go into the jungle for a walk,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “There’s something I need to tell you, but I fear I won’t be able to do so with so many people around us.”
Rukmini felt a mix of emotions—confusion lingered, but a spark of intrigue ignited within her. She looked back at the camp, the flickering fires illuminating the soldiers’ laughter, then turned her gaze back to Krishna. Despite her lingering doubts, she nodded. “Alright, lead the way.”
As they walked into the lush embrace of the jungle, the sounds of the camp faded behind them. The night air was cool and fragrant with the scent of earth and foliage, a soothing balm for her restless spirit. Rukmini fell into step beside him, her mind racing with questions. Why wouldn’t he address her fears directly? What could he possibly want to tell her in such secrecy?
Meanwhile, behind them, a group of soldiers started to follow, curiosity etched on their faces. But Balram, sensing their intentions, stepped forward and raised a hand to stop them. “Let the couple have their time,” he said, his voice firm yet understanding. “Rukmini doesn’t need any protection when Krishna is with her.”
The soldiers exchanged glances but soon nodded in agreement, retreating back to the camp, leaving Krishna and Rukmini to their solitude.
As they ventured deeper into the jungle, the sounds of nature enveloped them—the rustle of leaves, the distant call of night creatures, and the gentle whisper of the wind through the trees. Rukmini felt her heart begin to calm, the rhythm of the wilderness soothing her frayed nerves.
“What do you wish to tell me?” she finally asked, breaking the silence as they strolled side by side. Her voice was tentative, laced with anticipation.
Krishna glanced at her, his expression contemplative. “Patience, Rukmini. We’re almost there.”
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet anxious. The uncertainty of his earlier silence still loomed in her mind, but she felt a flicker of hope. Whatever he had to say, she sensed it was important.
After a short walk, they arrived at a small clearing bathed in the silvery light of the moon. The stars twinkled overhead, and the air was still, creating a serene atmosphere that felt far removed from the turmoil of the camp. Krishna turned to her, his expression earnest.
“Here,” he said softly, “this is better.”
Rukmini looked around, the beauty of the moment captivating her. But her heart thudded with nervous energy. “What is it that you want to share?”
Krishna took a deep breath, the weight of his thoughts evident in his posture. “Before I speak, I want you to know that I care for you deeply. Everything I have done, every decision I have made, has been with you in my heart.”
With that, he stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze locking onto hers, and Rukmini felt her pulse quicken. “Rukmini,” he continued, his voice low and intimate, “I was the one who was restless when I first heard about you from Narad Muni. After that, I couldn't sleep at night because my mind was constantly thinking about you.”

He paused, as if gathering the courage to share a part of himself that was deeply personal. “So, with my mystic powers, my soul traveled to Vidarbha, inside your palace, to see you. When you were asleep at night, I would come to you and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. I would constantly be looking at your sleeping face.”
Rukmini's breath caught in her throat, the warmth of his confession enveloping her like a soft embrace. The moonlight illuminated their faces, casting a magical glow around them. Krishna slowly raised his hand and gently touched her cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine.
“You can’t even imagine how much I craved to touch your face,” he continued, his voice a mere whisper now. “How much I craved to kiss your lips, how much I longed to be near you.”
A tear slipped from Rukmini’s eye, tracing a path down her cheek. She blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. “So, you didn’t get me just because you were obliged to do so?” she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
Krishna smiled softly, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around her like a cocoon. “Yes, it was indeed my duty to rescue someone who asked for my help. But more than that, I rescued you because I want you… because I have been dreaming about you… because I couldn’t bear to see you become someone else’s… because I love you.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and Rukmini felt as though the world had shifted beneath her feet. She stood there, completely speechless, the weight of his declaration washing over her in waves. It was as if the stars themselves had aligned to bring them together in this moment.
Krishna stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and for a moment, they stood together, heartbeats synchronized in the tranquil night. “You are not just a dream to me, Rukmini. You are my reality. You always have been.”
As their eyes locked, Rukmini felt an undeniable connection, a thread of fate that had woven their lives together against the odds. Yet, amidst the warmth of his words, a tempest of emotions surged within her.
“If that is so,” she finally asked, her voice quivering with a mix of longing and frustration, “then why didn’t you come earlier to rescue me? Why did you make me wait for so long? Why did I have to shed my tears and doubt my destiny, believing I would be the wife of someone else whom I never loved? Why, Krishna? Why?”
Krishna’s expression shifted to one of deep empathy as he slowly held her hands tightly, anchoring her with his steady gaze. “If we were ordinary human beings, I would have taken you away long ago. But I am Dwarkadhish, and you are the Princess of Vidarbha. How could I have taken you with me without your consent? If I did that, it would be an insult to you and your integrity, and I couldn’t bear that. I was waiting for your letter. I was waiting for you to tell me to come to you. I waited for ages. And when I got your message, I didn’t hesitate. I rode here as quickly as possible.”
With those words, he cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. “And when I saw you coming down in that white dress, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t take my eyes away from you.”
Rukmini felt her heart swell at his confession, overwhelmed by the sincerity that radiated from him. She searched his eyes, trying to fathom the depths of his love, but words escaped her.
Krishna continued, his voice soft but fervent, “I have been waiting for you for so long. I have been in love with you since eons—something you can hardly imagine. You can never be a temporary distraction for me, for you have always been my salvation. I love you from the deepest cores of my heart. I love you with my entire existence. I love you, my Vaidarbhi. I love you.”
The weight of his declarations settled in the space between them, and Rukmini felt tears welling in her eyes again—not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming joy of being seen and understood.
Krishna, noticing the glimmer of unshed tears still in her gaze, reached up to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb. “So, have I satisfied your query, or is there any other doubt you have about my love?” he asked softly.
Rukmini chuckled, a lightness in her heart as she sniffed, trying to regain her composure. “After this, if I ever doubt you again, then I am ready to face punishments from heaven. I apologize for this, Krishna, but I—”
She couldn’t complete her sentence, the emotions overwhelming her. Krishna, sensing her turmoil, placed a finger over her lips and said gently, “Shhh… You don’t need to apologize for this. It is your right to ask. Perhaps by this, I was able to understand just how much the most beautiful lady on earth loves me. Your letter allowed me to see myself through your eyes, and that is the loveliest thing in this world for me.”
Rukmini smiled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a soft blanket. Krishna cleared his throat, a hint of nervousness creeping into his demeanor. “Well… you have asked so many questions; now it’s my turn.”
“Sure, go ahead,” she replied, her heart racing in anticipation.
“O Princess of Vidarbha,” Krishna began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, “I, Dwarkadhish Vasudev Krishna, ask for your hand in marriage. I promise to take care of you all my life and to always respect you. So, will you become my wife?”
Rukmini was stunned, her heart soaring with joy. The man she loved so deeply was proposing to her in such a tender and heartfelt manner. She felt the words bubbling up inside her, but they seemed to stick in her throat. All she could do was gaze at him, her heart bursting with happiness. She smiled at him, her heart full to bursting, and without thinking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

It was a hug that conveyed everything she couldn’t say—a promise, a commitment, and an overwhelming love that transcended words.
Her head rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. Krishna was taken aback by her sudden embrace; he hadn’t expected such a bold gesture, yet warmth spread through him, filling him with a profound happiness. He wrapped his arms around her in return, pulling her closer, tracing his fingers through her hair with a tenderness that spoke of a bond deeper than words.
For a moment, time stood still. In that embrace, all doubts, fears, and uncertainties melted away. The world around them—the bustling camp, the murmuring river, the whispering trees—faded into oblivion as they found solace in each other’s presence.
Rukmini’s heart thrummed against Krishna’s, and in that sacred space, she felt safe. His strength enveloped her like a shield, and the warmth of his body banished the chill of the night air. She breathed in the scent of him—earthy and divine—and her heart swelled with gratitude.
In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, entwined in each other’s arms beneath the vast, starry sky.
As they held each other close, Rukmini finally whispered into his shoulder, “Yes, Krishna… a thousand times yes.”
With her words, they slowly drew back, their hands still entwined, their fingers lacing together as if they never intended to let go. Their faces were only inches apart, gazes locked with a magnetic intensity that neither could escape. Nervous yet exhilarated, they inched closer, their breaths mingling in the night air until their lips finally met in a tender, lingering kiss.

It was soft at first, a brush of warmth and promise, as if they were sealing the vows they had just spoken. Pulling back, they looked at each other, a spark igniting in their eyes. This time, they moved with confidence, leaning into a second kiss that carried more of their emotions-longing, relief, and a love that had been waiting for this moment. Krishna's lips grazed her upper lip, then her lower, and before long, their kiss deepened, a beautiful union of passion and intimacy.
Rukmini's hands tightened around him, pressing closer, as Krishna cupped her face with one hand, his other wrapping around her waist. He held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Their breaths mingled as they lost themselves in each other, the world around them fading until all that remained was the sound of their hearts beating in unison.
Meanwhile, back at the camp, Balram grew concerned as the night deepened and Krishna and Rukmini had yet to return. Tension etched on his face, he finally decided to send Satyaki to find them.
Satyaki gathered a few soldiers, and together they ventured into the forest, their torches casting shadows as they searched. After a while, Satyaki spotted Krishna and Rukmini through the trees, but what he saw brought an immediate flush of embarrassment to his face. The couple stood close, locked in a passionate embrace, completely absorbed in each other.
Satyaki quickly turned to the soldiers, who were equally flustered. One of them whispered, "Sir, I think it's best we leave them be. Disturbing Dwarkadhish now might not end well for us."
Satyaki nodded, whispering back, "Yes, I think you're right. Let's leave them... they've waited long enough for each other." And with that, he led the group back to the camp, the soldiers chuckling softly among themselves, still red-faced from what they had witnessed.
Back by the riverside, Krishna and Rukmini finally pulled away, their breaths mingling as they rested their foreheads together, chests rising and falling in harmony. Krishna smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well," he said softly, "I didn't expect my first kiss with you to be quite so... enchanting. How did you like it, Rukmini?"
Rukmini's cheeks flushed, her voice soft yet playful. "I loved it," she admitted. "I suppose now we have no excuse not to... indulge, considering we're soon to be husband and wife."
Krishna bit his lower lip, a sheepish but delighted smile lighting up his face as he looked at her with a newfound admiration. Rukmini's eyes sparkled, a hint of seduction in her smile as she mirrored his expression. He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Then, how about a second round?"
Without waiting for an answer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close again, capturing her lips with his. Rukmini's laughter melted into the kiss as she wrapped her hands around his neck, surrendering herself to his embrace. Once more, they lost themselves in each other, the stars above witnessing their union as they shared their love under the vast, eternal sky.
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My favourite scene created by me in a different way
Pictures are from Pinterest ❤️
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Drawing her was a different feeling 😍
My most favourite Disney Character - ELSA ❄️
"Standing Frozen, in the Life I've chosen...
You won't find me, the Past is all behind me...
Buried in the Snow.... Let it Go..."
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Dearest Michael,
I grew up with your voice as the soundtrack to my childhood, your music and your dance moves creating magic that left me spellbound. Even as a little child, I would watch in awe as you moved with such grace, your music filling my heart with a sense of wonder. But then you went away, and I was too young to understand the pain of your absence....

I remember feeling lost and confused, listening to the whispers and judgments of others. I didn't know then what I know now. As I grew older, I started to truly listen to your music, to understand the man behind the legend.
And it hit me, hard. I couldn't help but be transported back to that pure, unfiltered joy I felt the first time I heard "We Are the World" and "Heal the World." You were my first favourite, the one who could make me feel something so deeply with just a song 💕

You've been through so much, faced unimaginable trials and tribulations, yet you continued to shine, pouring your heart and soul into your music. You taught us about love, unity, and healing through your songs.
It's been 15 years since you left us, and the world still feels your absence. No one has been able to fill that empty throne in the hearts of your billion fans.
Michael, you are irreplaceable. Your music, your spirit, your essence – they are etched into the fabric of our lives. Even now, I can’t help but feel tears well up when I think of you. The world wasn’t always kind to you, but you persevered, and your legacy remains untarnished.

I hope, wherever you are, you’ve found the peace and happiness you deserve. Know that you are loved, deeply and truly, by so many who continue to find solace and joy in your music.
You are one of a kind...
The one and only King of Pop ✨🫶
Thank you, Michael, for everything 💖

"The most beautiful eyes hid the deepest sorrows,
The most beautiful smile masked the heaviest burdens,
The most loving heart endured countless heartbreaks,
Yet through it all, he remained strong, never fake,
He was, he is, and he will always remain the brightest star in our skies..."
~ Love M


Felt like expressing something because it was suffocating carrying the burden
🖤🖤🖤🖤
P.s. - Pictures from Pinterest
#Michael jackson#king of pop#15 years without michael jackson#the most beautiful soul#we are the world#Spotify#thriller era#bad era#dangerous era#history era#invincible era
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not a day has gone by in the past 15 years without you being missed ♡
I hope that wherever you are, you can see and know now just how loved you were, are, and always will be. to have a life so short with such pain, I can only hope the good outweighed the bad in your mind, and in your heart.
we will adore you forever, angel face; you truly were the light of the world.
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The Brightest Star of the Milky Way Galaxy 😘
Always and Forever ♾️
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Give the greats their flowers
Art from Jay Sims via Facebook.
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Rukmini asked softly, "Krishna, what do you love most about me?"
Krishna gently drew her closer, his eyes filled with adoration. He tenderly cupped her face, and she felt a wave of warmth and love wash over her. Her heart raced as she closed her eyes, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Krishna smiled, savoring her shyness. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her eyelids, so gentle that Rukmini felt as if she might melt in his arms. Her legs grew weak, and she swayed, nearly losing herself in the moment.

Krishna's embrace tightened, holding her steady. With a voice full of love, he whispered, "You are my Kamalakshi, the lotus-eyed one. I love everything about you. You are my heart, my soul, my eternal love."
Hearing his heartfelt words, Rukmini's eyes shimmered with emotion. She tiptoed and softly pressed her lips to his, a sweet and tender kiss. Krishna, overwhelmed by the depth of their connection, deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into it.
Wrapped in the warmth of his words and the passion of their embrace, they held each other tightly, hearts beating in perfect harmony, lost in the timeless beauty of their love.....
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Pic credit - Pinterest
#krishna#mahabharata#krishnablr#original post#rukmini#gopiblr#krishna x rukmini#rukminikrishna#ilostmyhearttoyou#love#divine love
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“we never really encounter the world; all we experience is our own nervous system.” ― Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, The Bhagavad Gita
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Couldn't agree more 💯💯
ANCIENT INDIA MEIN PADHAI WAS NOT JUST TO GET EMPLOYMENT, IT WAS A WAY OF LIFE UNLIKE NOW JAHAN HUM SIRF ROZGAR KE LIYE PADHTE HAI AUR HAMARA PADHAI SE KOI LENA DENA NAHI HAI
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