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Love padlocks  on the Butchers' Bridge in  Ljubljana , Slovenia. Image Credit:  Petar Milošević A strong feeling of affection is what Oxford dictionary defines love. Yes, it is an abstract that is intangible and can only be felt or make others feel. It is an energy - a positive energy that has the power to make the bond of a system more strengthen. Anything is achievable by love, it is free, shareable, and doesn't question the giver for a reason. Talking about the counter-balance comes the betrayal. Which seems more than an act then the abstract. A feeling of sadness or someone's intentional act follows the rest. Yes, it is a negative state of someone's state of work doing. It is a state of emotional breakdown guided by the personal intention for self-selfishness or ignorance to the big mistake. Love doesn't imply logic and understanding. It is said that the heart speaks in ways the mind could only dream. Love is a biological power which is caused by

A collection of   palingram  (palindrome) -    a sentence in which the letters, syllables, or words read the same backward as they do forward. A dog, a plan, a canal: pagoda. A man, a plan, a canal: Panama. A new order began, a more Roman age bred Rowena. A tin mug for a jar of gum, Nita. A Toyota. Race fast, safe car. A Toyota. Able was I ere I saw Elba. Animal loots foliated detail of stool lamina. Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna. Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era? Are we not pure? "No sir!" Panama's moody Noriega brags. "It is garbage!" Irony dooms a man; a prisoner up to new era. As I pee, sir, I see Pisa! Barge in! Relate mere war of 1991 for a were-metal Ernie grab! Bombard a drab mob. Bush saw Sununu swash sub. Cain: a maniac. Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic. Daedalus: nine. Peninsula: dead. Dammit, I'm mad! Delia saw I was ailed . Denim axes examined. Dennis and Edna sinned. Depardie

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x A butterfly effect triggered me to write a blog. It is about the birthday.  Now a days, it is more or less like a traditional among non-English-speakers, to wish someone their birthday with a phrase or say a song "Happy Birthday to You." A birthday reminds me the moment someone is wishing me that phrase. Which may or not be followed be another phrase, "Many many happy returns of the day." Now it is not a surprise someone writing "HBD" on someone's virtual profile on social media. It is wished that the birthday person recalls the happy moment he was born and enjoy a long life. Depending on the culture and westernization taking place over cultural diversity and norms, views towards the birthday celebration has already changed a lot. A person may be asked to make a secret wish then is supposed to blow out the candles in a single blow. Once the candles have been blown out, people may applaud, after which the cake may be served, of

A little bit of everything. (Potluck dish) A potluck is a gathering where each guest (participants of the group) contributes a different and unique dish of food, often homemade, to be shared. Potluck can also be known by the name of potluck dinner, spread, Jacob's join, Jacob's supper, faith supper, covered dish supper, dish party, bring and share, shared lunch, pitch-in, bring-a-plate, dish-to-pass, fuddle, and carry-in. Today I participated in the potluck for the first time. Potluck started at 12:30 PM sharp. I as a class teacher joined the students of class 6 'B' in the classroom itself. Students brought a variety of dishes as a tiffin in a bit more quantity than that of regular days. The food they brought were in any form, ranging from the main course to desserts. Some brought the salad as well. They also brought a plate and a spoon each.  The word 'share' is strong itself. I got to see the practical implementation. Yes, all for one and

विधाः संस्मरण  लेखकः  विजय सागर लामिछाने सम्पादकः  सन्दिप निराैला लगभग साँझको ५ बजे हाम्रो बच्चाबच्चीको हुल असिनपसिन हुँदै अध्यारो कोठाबाट बाहिर आँगनमा निक्लियो । निमेषभरमै ताराको घरको आँगनलाइ केटाकेटिको हल्लाले ढाक्याे । फिलिम हेर्नु एउटा पक्ष थियो भने फिल्म सकेपछी ताराको घरको आँगनमा काैतुकित हुदै फिल्मको समिक्षा गर्नु अर्को पक्ष । मिथुनले यसरी उडि-उडि ‘फाइट’ हान्यो, गुन्डा चिच्यायो, रगत बग्यो,  अनि मर्याे । हामी बच्चाबच्चीको हुललाइ यस्ता कुरा नगरेसम्म फिलिम हेरेको मज्जा अाउदैनथ्यो । हाम्राे हल्लामा एउटा रुखो र बुढो आवाज मिसियाे । खल्यानको एउटा शितलाे कुनामा बिछ्याइएको चारपाइमाथि पल्टिएकी ताराकी बज्यैकाे अावाज । उनलाइ हामी केटाकेटि कराएको त्यति मनपर्दैन थियो । केहिबेरपछि शीथिल भएझै गरेर उनको रूखो र बुढो श्वर हामी केटाकेटिहरूको कोलाहोलामा मलिन हुदै जान्थ्याे । अनि बन्द हुन्थ्यो । तर माथि अथाराबाट दुइ जाेडी अाँखाहरूले हाम्राे भिडलाइ चियाइरहेका हुन्थे । ताराकी जेठी दिदी अमृता र मलाइ गुडिया झै  राम्री लाग्ने कान्छी दिदी कल्पना हाम्रा गन्थनका दुवै स्