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LEGACY OF LOVE IN YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE....

You loved them dearly. Now they are gone and you wonder how they will be remembered

Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide

Saying goodbye to a loved one’s life is painful. Your memories are many but there remains a hole, an abyss, a void where once stood your dear person. You know you’ll never forget them but then you worry you might forget some of the details. You worry that others won’t remember the things that made your loved one so very special. You worry they’ll quickly forget.To begin, don’t forget that the individual you miss so greatly will be remembered according to the life they lived. Their special hallmarks will remain indelible. Still, you wonder how they will be remembered years from now. You, as one who loved dearly, can sustain a part of their legacy. Actually, we all do it naturally though not all of us do it consciously. We tell their stories. We hold on to our memories. Still, you wonder, how will they be carried forward? It doesn’t have to be in big ways. Grand drama is not a part of everyone’s daily life. Small gestures, small things are often ideal. But how? What expresses their essence?

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UNREQUITED LOVE..🖤🖤

When my 12thclass examination was going on... During the exam, I saw her for the first time, she was sitting on the next bench. Till that I left astern, I indeed didn't comprehend the meaning of love. (( I was conceiving as like i am tenant of her eyes)) MYSELF DESH DEEPAK.... That last day of the exam.I left all allay fears,by painstakingly i think to evince her. but exam is over, i lagged to dominate. But God wrote something else in my destiny. We used to go back home by train, so there used to be breif a face off with that girl at railway station. I do futile act according to her reluctance....but her attention was also on me.. At that time i was wondering how i garnered this much of cockiness but there was a little turmoil in my heart..then i came to my home.. After few days... when Divyanshu (best friend) had called me..i contemplate too much after few minutes he says about her Facebook ID....i am totally fraught how to send msg her. But ha...

KUCH RANG ZINDAGI KE...😊

If you come Do not go back this time. From the greenery in the garden of your mind Blossoming flowers do not fade again. Every single moment is autumn without you You are not alone anymore to spend a moment. If you come Do not go back this time. You are like this without water It is not right to abuse your sweetheart. My delicate breath is tied to you Now it is difficult to keep yourself away from you. If you come Do not go back this time. The effect was found that your stance was found to have been changed my way to the mouth of your hearts were changed, the heart was called the truth in the hope of the bright future. The thousand pieces were returning to the moment, in a life, there was a lot of time to be in the day, the place was for the mum's time to be the way, then the mind was not the way to leave you, then he will have come to meet the house, and he had come to the house, and after all the things you had to...

TRAP.......

Opening those pages of my life when “copycat” was with me. I used to call her copycat. Lol. She was a resident in my college and so I knew her since 1 year as a girl before I actually got to know him personally. Everyone including seniors, juniors, loved her because she is actually a good girl and a kind-hearted soul. Whenever we talked with each other, it was always related to studies until that night when result of her 2nd year exam was declared. I congratulated her on insta at around 9 pm and I don’t know how we started talking about other stuff (which didn’t include anything regarding studies). In the middle of that conversation, we exchanged our contact number and started chatting on whatsapp. But, this wasn’t a usual chat. It was something very new for me and I don’t know why I wasn’t feeling like to even end that chat, and probably neither she wanted to. Even after telling ‘Bye” to each other, we kept on chatting and didn’t realize it was almost 3.30 am. I didn’t want...

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