It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.
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जाते वक्त वो हाथ तक मिलाकर न गई, मैंने चाहा था जिसे सीने से लगाकर रोना। तुम्हें लगता था की मैं जानता कुछ भी नहीं, मुझे पता था क...
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The harder you work for something, the greater you’ll feel when you achieve it. The harder you work for something, the greater yo...
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