Mat puccho kaise guzrta hai har pal tere bina....
Kabhi hoti baat karne ki hasrat
To kabhi dekhne ki Tamanaa....!!!
Kabhi hoti baat karne ki hasrat
To kabhi dekhne ki Tamanaa....!!!
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Good morning friends,
The ability to stay in a good mood despite the chaos around you is a rare kind of strength.
It means you’ve mastered the art of protecting your peace, refusing to let negativity control your emotions.
It’s not about pretending everything’s fine — it’s about choosing not to let the storm inside you.
That calm, that inner light, is your real superpower.
Good morning 
Nee Kanavaa Karpanayaa..!!!
Being selective about who gets your attention and energy is self care.
Kaalam pona leave panidu ...
Inikku life ah fresh ah aarambi
Pazhaya mistakea marandhidu.. Vithude
Pudhu kanavu thedi nadandhidu..
Suriyan kooda daily pudhusaa ezhundhidu..
Namakkum oru chance varum nu nambidu
Bright ah iruka day ya start pannidu
Everyday is a new start, believe pannidu!
Another Day Another Blessings
Inikku life ah fresh ah aarambi
Pazhaya mistakea marandhidu.. Vithude
Pudhu kanavu thedi nadandhidu..
Suriyan kooda daily pudhusaa ezhundhidu..
Namakkum oru chance varum nu nambidu
Bright ah iruka day ya start pannidu
Everyday is a new start, believe pannidu!
Another Day Another Blessings
Yeh kya baat hai aaj ki chandni meinKe hum kho gaye pyar ki ragini mein
･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ
இனிய நாள் ஆகட்டும்
இனிய நாள் ஆகட்டும்
･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ
Good morning...!!! Start your day with a smile...!!!
Good morning everyone 
न हवस है तेरे जिस्म की
न शौक़ तेरी खूबसूरती का,
मतलबी सा बंदा हूँ
तेरी सादगी पर मरता हूँ...
न शौक़ तेरी खूबसूरती का,
मतलबी सा बंदा हूँ
तेरी सादगी पर मरता हूँ...
Whispers of the Night
The night walks in on silver toes,
With moonlight draped in quiet prose.
Stars blink like secrets softly told,
In stories stitched with dreams and gold.
The world slows down, the heart beats deep,
As shadows hum the tune of sleep.
It’s in the hush, the calm, the grace—
The night becomes a resting place.
The night walks in on silver toes,
With moonlight draped in quiet prose.
Stars blink like secrets softly told,
In stories stitched with dreams and gold.
The world slows down, the heart beats deep,
As shadows hum the tune of sleep.
It’s in the hush, the calm, the grace—
The night becomes a resting place.