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Night View 🌃🌉

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Nightfall's Embrace Let's immerse ourselves in the magic of night views. The cityscape transforms as daylight fades—a metamorphosis of colors, shadows, and twinkling lights. Here, under the celestial canopy, we find solace and wonder. 🌃✨ Urban Symphony**:    - Skyscrapers stand tall, their windows aglow like constellations.    - Neon signs hum, tracing stories of late-night diners and bustling streets.    - Traffic lights paint the asphalt in hues of crimson and jade. Water's Whisper**:    - Rivers and lakes mirror the moon, rippling with secrets.    - Bridges arch gracefully, connecting two worlds—the mundane and the mystical.    - Sailboats glide silently, leaving trails of stardust. Silent Gardens**:    - Parks become enchanted realms.    - Benches invite contemplation, while statues guard ancient memories.    - Night-blooming flowers release their fragrance, a nocturnal symphony. Celestial Can...
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A Day in My Life

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Hello, dear readers! Today, I want to give you a glimpse into my daily life here in beautiful Bangladesh. From the vibrant streets to the quiet moments of reflection, join me as I navigate through the day. *My day begins with the first light of dawn, as the city slowly wakes up. I start with a quick meditation to set the tone for the day, followed by a nutritious breakfast that gives me the energy to tackle my tasks. *I dive into my work with passion. Whether it's attending online meetings, working on projects, or learning something new, I make sure each hour is productive. *Lunch is a time for rest and rejuvenation. I often opt for a traditional meal, enjoying the rich flavors that our local cuisine offers. It's also a moment to catch up on messages and social media. *The afternoons are reserved for creativity and leisure. I might work on my hobbies, read a book, or simply take a walk in the neighborhood, soaking in the sights and sounds of my city. *As the day winds down, I r...
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Life

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  What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that’s no jest.
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Who Am I ?

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  Standing at the edge of my fears And contemplating them Is a healthy exercise. The extent of the boundaries Of who I believe myself to be. What is in question as I stand Safely at the border of myself And think of leaping Or continuing on? What happens when I walk To the extent of "I" And then keep walking? Who am I then?
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I Just Want To Be Happy

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 I often hear people say " I just want to be happy" but what does that really mean? How would you define being happy? You can find several definitions online and in the dictionary ranging from feeling pleasure or delight to the anticipation of something good that is about to happen. However, none of these definitions state or imply happiness is something that can be owned or tangible as if to provide a constant state of happiness. That is because happiness is an emotion. It doesn't last. Some may read that and think "what a depressing thought" but the fact that it doesn't last is actually a good thing. .
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