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When dealing with people, let us remember we're not dealing with creatures of logic. We're dealing with creatures of emotions, creatures bristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity.
Principle 1: Don't criticise, condemn or complain
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How does being lonely feels like: "I heard someone singing in my language and I fell in love"
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When you start loving and appreciating even the dried wilted flowers, know then that your life is lifing♡
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23 March in the traveller
24 March first hotel room. Skyline. Hitaunda.
Chai stop
Miniso plus beach area
Hanging bridge
Reached Ku. Nepal. Aunties house.
Durbar square visit. Momo. Egg thukpa.
25 March Main Pashupatinath Mandir. isha linga bhairavi. Buddha Neelkanth. Evening durbar square again. Hangman tok?? Boba. Momo.
26 March Pokhra Himalayan guesthouse. lakeside plus park
27 March Sunrise point plus mandir Sarangkot.
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2025: reposting twice
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How are people able to classify people into "there are two types, 4 types, 10 types.."Lord I see absolute difference in everyone & they're all undeniably unique in so many senses
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Sometimes you gotta walk as same symptoms as your patients :)
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I'm mourning
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I read somewhere that "When you choose a life partner you're choosing your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 70 vacations, your retirement friend, career therapist, & someone whose day you'll hear about 18,000 times" and I really can't stress this enough.
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Fashion show, runways, & stage walks.
Why I love it.
You do the talk with your eyes, or the next; body language. You get judged, silently, but they can't stop you from walking & nailing what so ever. You're allowed to move in your frame, while others are free to stare and judge, in their own place. The music keeping the scene beautifully dramatic. The steps echoing almost. The expressions talking. Amazing to feel it all. Walk walk walk. Immense parade. Assert domination for that time frame. Amazing. Fulfilling.
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I had something on my mind.
And didn't wanted to waste your time.
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For me it's the scariest thing a woman can grow.
It can scratch, dig, grip, is capable of pulling blood out of skin, create wounds dam.
Sure they look beautiful. And like pretty. And like art.
But cutting them would be the safest thing. And I'll be satisfied. Lol.
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Remembering myself from 15 years back, I was in second grade, new admission, innocent child, pretty eyes, nose & lips and short hair. Medium built, pretty ears with gold rings. Ironed clothes, sleek tie, pleated-ironed skirt.
First week of the class, Class teacher Mrs Razia Begum asked me for something while I, the one who was sitting at the first bench, got clueless at first glance.
I stood up, asked for "Miss again, what did you tell me to bring?" "Which book?"
"Key book" "KEY book" she said softly. "From section C". Her eyes pretty & kohled, a sheer glow from all dimensions of her face, her bright pink cushioned lips, glowing flushed cheeks, curly locks, dangling big earrings and a huge Goddess figure draped in the sari that spoke stories of Mughals & elegance. A lot to distract me, the one, who was quite new to basically everything a convent had to offer me for the lifetime.
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Your sign. You asked. You received.
It's gonna be OK?
It's gonna be fu.king incredible!
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