Maximus- a shire horse, harnessed to a loaded cart, on a beautiful moonlit night was out with his master
to deliver the handmade accessories they usually sold to the aesthete aristocrats.
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Un soir, après avoir fini le devoir d’école, comme d’habitude j’étais venue chez ma amie Neelu. On assise sur son canapé regardant ensemble, à la télé, le film de Princesse Raiponce. Cette princesse avait les cheveux tellement longs qu’elle pouvait soulever une personne du sol à son balcon avec ses cheveux! Neelu et moi échangions
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Feminism- a big word, isn’t it? Why does it have to be such a controversial concept when its core is so simple and straightforward? Just a basic demand of women – to be treated equally. That’s it! Is that so complicated that it should trigger debates and movements?? These basic expectations often offend the “patriarchal
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शूर आम्ही सरदार शूर आम्ही सरदार अम्हाला काय कुणाची भीती? देव, देश अन् धर्मापायी प्राण घेतलं हाती! आईच्या गर्भात उमगली झुंजाराची रीत तलवारीशी लगिन लागलं जडली येडी प्रीत लाख संकटं झेलुन घेइल अशी पहाडी छाती ! जिंकावे वा कटुन मरावं हेच अम्हाला ठावं लढुन मरावं, मरुन जगावं हेच अम्हाला ठावं देशापायी सारी इसरू माया ममता
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I’ve been thinking of this since my 12th std, that how this quote is mistaken by the world.
“Behind every successful man there’s a woman”
Almost all the people…
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Finishing my online class, I closed my laptop and leaned back in my revolving chair. I looked at the notes and my pen lying on the table. And it reminded me of something.. Haha, a very old memory!
