𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔❤️‍🔥

🥀Kya view tha bhyiiiiii😋💃🏻

✨ ʙᴏᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍɪsᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ 24*7 ᴜᴘᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴅ ˹ᴋꝛɪsᴛɪɴᴇ мυѕιᴄ˼ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʟᴀɢ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ 💜

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Then he started telling me how his family got him married early, 🗣️ “Shaadi karke phas gaya hoon. Ab jaake shaadi ki umar hui hai.” Then he points at the woman sitting beside me: “Ye meri biwi hai.” 😭😭😭😭??

Toto wale bhaiya asked me, “Madam, aapki shaadi ho gayi?” I said, “Nahi bhaiya, abhi nahi hui.” He goes, “Aap logon mein sindoor nahi lagate na, isliye pata nahi chalta.” 😭😭

Two Sides of Independence 15th August is remembered as the day India became free. But history has two sides to every freedom. On one side, a nation woke beneath a new flag, after centuries of foreign rule, finally calling itself free. And on the other, millions woke to a freedom they had never asked for, leaving behind homes, memories, graves, and people they believed they would return to someday. They locked their doors. They carried the keys. Perhaps somewhere, an old house is still waiting for the hands that once opened its door, a courtyard still holding forgotten footsteps, a window still looking towards a road that never brought them back. Partition was not merely a line drawn across a map. It was a piece of cloth torn apart with so much hatred that even when the two pieces are placed together, they no longer look like they came from the same cloth. And perhaps that is the deepest wound, that people who had shared streets, languages, festivals, food and memories were suddenly taught to see one another through the name of a border. Some carried everything they could hold. Some carried only the keys to a house they would never see again. Some carried the names of those they lost. And some carried nothing but the memory of a life that had disappeared overnight. There were lovers separated by a border, families scattered across trains, mothers searching for children, and children growing old with questions that never found answers. History remembers the dates. The maps remember the borders. But hearts remember the footsteps that stopped coming home. Some stories are too human to belong to one side of a border. Because independence is not only the story of a country becoming free. It is also the story of millions learning that sometimes you can survive the loss of a home, but spend the rest of your life looking for the place where your heart was left behind.15th August gave us a nation to call home. Partition left millions carrying the keys to homes they could never enter again. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

क्या सबूत दूँ तुझे अपनी वतन परस्ती का ऐ ज़ालिम पानी न हो तो वज़ू भी हम इसी वतन की मिट्टी से करते हैं

Happy independence day 🫡

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 "𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝑤𝑎𝑟" 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ♡

“तुम्हारा ज्ञान, तुम्हारा प्रेम सब शून्य है, ढकोसला है, पाखंड है अगर वो विद्रोह नहीं कर सकता, अगर वो बंधनों से लड़ नहीं सकता।”

It's like 12 left right 34 down left down right

You planted the word deserve like a secret Then ran when your cheeks turned bright and heated. I didn't ask for the garden i just took the Rose 🌹 And one that can't meet my eye's but still choose

𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.