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Assalam U Alaikum! 
          
          Wishing you a happy day! I Just need your small favor in checking out my first book and sharing your feedback. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/323145310-a-vivid-flash

Hi... It's  Nandy here. Sorry for spamming your message board. I don't know whether you accept reading requests.
          
          This is my new story.. If you have time please give it try. Please let me know about your thoughts on the story and feel free to pin point my mistakes. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/320128076?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=nandy1910&wp_originator=lLG118yMvwE7AVPnc7hauu5AJZlFL%2F7o2E6CBqVyUtJNdJLNeTNSHOiHVOLFt3oohnNCDGlhspbjJ4cGKhWFeRvuO4jrHHAnRRMUcntaTjDxgtjHu8tD1Z8%2BQcMM1PJL

RNOOMAQUEEN❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
          You're about to overcome something you've been dealing with. Your mind and heart will soon be at peace again. Be patient, everything will be just fine.
          
          "Forgive all who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself."✨
          
          
          Today, and everyday, nobody is more you than you. Realize that everyone one of us is a unique individual who is capable of extraordinary feats. Don’t waste the ability you were given, work to become better everyday.
          
          
          
          Everyone suffers from feelings of inferiority. There’s nothing bad about it. We feel inferior when we can’t reach our ideal self. It’s a trigger for growth but only if you say I will try harder. Not when you compare yourself to others. Comparison is path to failure.
          
          
          
          No matter how many times we ask the world to be good to us while we are still struggling, it won't happen; it will still rain on your direction, even if you are still drenched by the past hailstorm; more waves will still come your way, 'though you are still drowning from the sea of your own tears and pain. So when this life throws you too much things to take, do not punish yourself anymore—at the very least, be good to your own being. 
           ❤
          
          “Don't choose the better person, choose the person who makes a better you.”✨
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          “Infantile love follows the principle: ‘I love because I am loved.’ Mature love follows the principle: ‘I am loved because I love.’ Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: ‘I need you because I love you.’”✨
          
          
          
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          “Being nice to someone you don’t like doesn’t mean you’re fake, it means you’re mature enough to tolerate your dislike for them.”
          
          
          
          Read aloud
          
          I know what it takes to succeed.
          I believe I have what it takes.
          I don’t make excuses.
          I am the reason for my failures.
          I am the reason for my success.
          I know success comes from hard work.
          I work hard.
          I never stop.
          I never quit.
          
          
          In case no one has told you today: Thank you for not giving up.

May the colours of the season bring you happiness and prosperity. Wishing you and your family the best! 
          
          Srilankacelebratesnewyear

Hello.
          
          Wishing you a bright saturday on this first day,a fresh day, a new day of a new year.
          
          Seasonal Greeting to my wattpad family. May this year bring all goodness and happiness to you and keep you all safe and helathy with the best state of faith.
          
          Thanks and Regards,
          Team Bloomlife

My hues never fade away,
          Because I am there in every way,
          In the roads and the bridges,
          In the streets and the lanes.
          
          I make the clouds,
          In my darker shade,
          when the water pours as rain.
          
          She turned sixty, 
          All fit and bright, 
          But her hair turned into my colour 'grey' and white.
          
          The tusk caught the deer, 
          The trunk curled the tree, 
          The leg stamped the floor,
          And I appeared in the elephant.
          
          
          I am the grey led,
          The hand guided me, 
          The eraser corrected me,
          And as I get sharpened, I get shorter like life.
          
          And Now Me,
          
          I am standing there in the background, 
          Dressed up in grey,
          Waiting for the ray,
          Know that,
          “I am not gloomy,
          But supreme,”
          And I live everywhere!
          
          (This is a caption written for an instagram post which has a person wearing a grey attire)
          (Bloomlife @ZC)

a small token of kindness (7th October 2021) 
          
          the sun is a relative of the old- which associated with the scarves of the dried flowers of the gone days. it has lived through jolts of dreams and eyes that held terror of desperation. the lives that lived only upon the preface of the rays, making a temporary home out of fire. 
          
          and what can be said about the moon except that seldom has it lightened its own path. it has and continues to work for the waves; the blades of which are as sharp as the flamingo's stare. it appears, it flourishes but feels foolish and stupid. it is never there by free will and is pitied upon by the sun's flames. decades upon decades of sacrifice for nothing but a few moments of pleasant lingering.
          
          the sun and the ocean are beautiful standstills; like time that has tasted oaks and horns and like seasons of dare coarsing through sorrows. they hold much; they bury misty breaths and golden glares, and they cherish the crippled yellow leaves like revenge. 
          
          but one must accept that beauty is heavy; a burden like the crisp October that balances between summer and winter. and one must stand still, hold onto elements of protection, the scabbed bits of dressed wounds. 
          
          everything beautiful is terrifying. perfection is wild; the ocean a spectacular depiction. all that which has been cursed by the needle of beauty, has used the thread of terror. perfection dies, what remains are the details. the scabs, the scars, the fine lines of torture evident upon the palette.
          
          perhaps the sun is feared for the very reason. for the love it serves and the fire that it can kill with its venom. 
          
          how else can beauty be perceived? it is common to both life and death and apparent alike in a human's blood and sweat. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

We all have a kid within us that peaks out once in a way!
          
          Kids,we celebrate you everyday for bringing us countless joys!
          
          Happy Children's Day!
          
          Team Bloomlife

Who agrees?
          
          "When you want to do something
          But your rooted to the spot,
          An unknown confusion,
          An irreversable regret,
          A painful dilemma,
          And you feel a piece of the puzzle missing."

Check out the new post.
          
          Team Bloomlife
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/276790075