тАЛ”Because life is our theater and every person plays so many characters, I cannot wait for judgment. Since my mindтАЩs judgment changes the very concept of life, I believe in this beautiful thought: ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Can you get the taste of food without eating it? Can you know the story without reading it? Just as you cannot cross a path without walking it, you cannot judge someone without living alongside them.”
Itna borring work No I’m not sure mind of characters beacuse when character play a role or “When a person plays their character so perfectly, how can you even begin to judge them?”
The masks ЁЯОн is so well-made with Fevikwik adhesive that we can’t recognize the person, and when we laugh, our eyes close,ЁЯШВ so tell me, how can we possibly recognize them?ЁЯд╖тАНтЩАя╕ПЁЯШБ.
Call it a little dramatic or imagination, but living in such a place is everyone’s dream. Let there be some conversation in the air. Let there be some feeling/message in the chirping of birds and the morning light. Just the blue sky and the green earth in front of us. Let the waves be calm, yet saying something. May the tune emerging from the hands, passing through the ears, and making the feet tap, be found just like that. And may we be with ourselves to meet ourselves once again. May we live freely again without killing the child within. Let there be some conversation in the air. Not alone, but just with our loved ones.
Discover something new about your life.new year start your new journey and always learn something new and create your special memories. Past is always your past so always remember beautiful memories and don’t remember negative part of your life .
If I wandered, it turned into a memory. If I saw, it turned into history. If I paused/stayed, it turned into a new lesson. If I walked/moved on, it turned into yesterday (the past). If I knew/understood, it became the reason for thought. If I created, it turned into a new art. If I smiled, it became a part of life. It even became the happiness of sadness. If I understood, every moment became a new identity. It became the main desire of the crowd of characters.
There is a world without the phone, which we are all losing. Sometimes someone is busy on the phone, sometimes on the TV; playing now seems to be about sitting in one place. The prompt yesterday mentioned children, and today’s prompt is about the present. Both are connected to each other. We are growing so rapidly, but somewhere along the way, we have forgotten ourselves. From the open air to closed rooms, we are stuck in a corner, immersed in our ‘tools’ (gadgets). What are we teaching our younger generations? Do we see them playing Kho-Kho or running-around games today? No, right? So, where have we lost ourselves? The answers are with us, and the questions are also with us. Time passes every day, but is it for our loved ones? The sun rises every day, but were there any conversations? Questions and answers happen every day, but are we still the same? Many questions and answers, (and it’s) just ourselves.
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
When care words enter your life with emotions for your youngers and family . And deal your life with responsibility and maturity .
“The gift from God, that I am proud of. He is my soul, and I am his shadow, we are two parts of one body. If one makes a mistake, both correct it; if one makes a decision, both walk along with it. The one who first called me ‘Didi’ (elder sister) and made me feel big, and calling him ‘Bhai’ (brother) brought peace to my heart. Yes, my younger brother came and made me big, he was the first one to call me Didi, and everyone gets confused about who is the elder one between us ЁЯШЕ. The feeling of being elder only comes from caring for my younger siblings; when they are present, I become the big sister.”
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Those who used to live under the open sky are today imprisoned behind closed doors. Those who called themselves free birds are today trapped in the noise of pretense. Those who walked their own paths are now trapped behind the paths of illusion.
The sky was open, so why be confined? The air was pure, so why live in illusion? The path was chosen correctly, so why keep a distance from loved ones? The talent was complete, so why was faith incomplete? While becoming independent, why did we become dependent again? While living on our own paths, why did we become imprisoned? Why did we become strangers even while knowing? Why did we start considering the world of films as reality? Why did we become prisoners without any crime?
A character was asked, “What do you prefer, walking or running?” The character replied, “I like to walk, but sometimes I also enjoy running. While running, I get to talk to the wind and challenge time. The morning run takes me to my destination. Then the evening run helps me meet myself. The run in between counts the seconds. It teaches me to fly like a bird even in a crowd. It brings a sense of peace and the joy of racing against time. In the middle of all this, the watch that keeps appearing on my wrist seems to jump off and start running on its own. It’s a character who gains so much in that single moment. By walking, they can capture beauty and notice small joys, and by running, they find the peace of arriving on time.
“When a father just says, ‘I have faith in my children. I will always be with you, by your side.’ That’s all it takes for the eyes to well up. There’s a character who isn’t brought to tears by pain, but when he sees the ocean, his eyes definitely get misty. More than the depth, he engages in conversation with the cheerful sounds in the waves and listens to them. He sits peacefully and remembers every moment he captured someone’s smile while helping them. He might recall an achievement and see the first step of his own dream. He might see that there is still something left in the hands that help. He might have seen himself standing with his loved ones without any selfish motive. Yes, at that moment, he must have been very happy. And yes, his eyes might have welled up, and with that mistiness, he might have asked…”
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рд╕рдореБрджреНрд░ рдХреА рдЧрд╣рд░рд╛рдИ рдХреЛ рд╕рдордЭрд╛, рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╡рд╣ рдЖрдБрдЦреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЦрд╝реБрд╢реА рдХреА рдирдореА рдХреЛ рдкрд╣рдЪрд╛рди рдкрд╛рдПрдЧрд╛?(“Will someone who has understood the depth of the ocean be able to recognize the mist of happiness in someone’s eyes?”)
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