Oh My Pretty @sharonvarmaa 😍❤️ #yehrishtakyakehlatahai #yrkkh
Ae Haaaalo !!!! 🤣🤣🤭
I Clearly Love Working With these two Cuties 😄 @sharonvarmaa @salonisandhu95
Kuch zada hi Candid 😂 📸 @saeebarve_ #yehrishtakyakehlatahai #yrkkh
Kuch zada hi Candid 😂 📸 @saeebarve_ #yehrishtakyakehlatahai #yrkkh
Kuch zada hi Candid 😂 📸 @saeebarve_ #yehrishtakyakehlatahai #yrkkh
Confidence is not “Will they like me?” Confidence is “I will be Absolutely Fine even if They Don’t” 😎 1 year Since Chachi 💖 #yrkkh #yehrishtakyakehlatahai
It’s All About Mindset😂 📸 @sandeeprajora #yehrishtakyakehlatahai #yrkkh
📸 @salonisandhu95
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The Soldier ♥️ My Papa 🫡 Love This Song
I Lead now… Can’t Follow 🤷🏻♀️
Never Let Age Extinguish Your Inner Child 👧🏻 Happy Children’s Day 💃🏻⭐️✨ Children are the best people on earth, Be Kind n Patient with them ♥️
मंच
Song ❤️
You know You’re Focused in the right Direction when you Have no Interest in Looking Back 😊
Song ♥️
Please Just Let This Be The Cover Of My Autobiography When it’s Written 😂
Logic is so Predictable! Please Stop Making Sense.. Think Differently! Think Outside the Box 🤔
Love Deeply, Forgive Easily. Make the Most Of All That Comes and The Least of All That Goes ♥️
I Love Prateek Kuhad ❤️ Big Fan @prateekkuhad
We Hold the Flaws of Others Before Our Eyes, But Turn Our Back Towards Our Own 🤷🏻♀️ Own Your Flaws, Be Imperfectly Perfect 💖 That’s Magic ✨ 🪄
The Dancing Shiva Represents the Changes in the Universe Around Us, As Matter and Energy Constantly Bump into each other, Create and Destroy Systems and keep Renewing The World… When Ever We Create Particles, we Create Them in Matter-Antimatter Pairs.. They are Equally and Opposite Components That Make up Everything We see.. When They meet They Destroy Each other in a Burst of Energy 😊 So Beautiful ✨
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything ~William Shakespeare
