okiee it's a riddle time🌝
you have 10 fish, 5 drown and 3 came back to life; how many fishes do you have now??

🤝🏻🥺aur aap jeette hai 7 crore...

copy ho rha tumhara style bch ke rho 😂

Apne aap anonymous kaise shift ho jata hai 

Siaa

Machli jal ki raani hai, jeevan uska paani hai, haath lagao dar jaayegi, bahar nikalo mar jaayegi.

Competition

It's been so long since I practiced my writing. Some time ago I just decided not to and maybe that's the reason why I always run out of words 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wholesome

What use of good handwriting when there's no one to write letters for. 🐥🐝

Other

If you had just one piece of paper to write a note to someone, what would you write and to whom?

3am Thoughts

I've never really said it but I love writing, I find beauty, purpose and trust in words but I never really assume it since I care too much about people's opinions and the majority of people find it cringe so no one knows it except myself. I do love writing a lot and sometimes I simply let the thoughts swim with the flow of my hands following them blindly and reading them after feels like I've found my world. I hope that I'll find someone like me one day :)

I want to start writing anything which is better for my career, interviews etc etc
Any suggestions where should I start from?
Ps : I am a CA student

Career

I want to write a letter, 
For no one to read it.... 
Burn it to ashes and 
Let it dissapear in the stars.. 
Will they call it star dust or will be just another piece of paper with ases dark as night, without a moon to shine. Like the darkness of the blackhole that absorves everything untill all is totally gone.gone forever... Forever since it started forever since the paper has been made, to be used. Used the purpose to be witten with the stories of others with letters and numbers. Letters that are hard to be read and numbers not all are smart enough to understand. Understand how many zeroes been added since it all started. To understand why someone screams to the void.Without any voice with a war within themselves between heart and mind. Between what exist and what could have been. The fights fought on behalf of others sometimes to figure out the own self and sometimes to have others. Have them so they could be of use. To be someone to them. To be the wall that can be used to lean on. Lean and stay for a while. Stay and live for a while. While they and question themselves and question that leads to some untold promises. Aren't humans complicated to create emotion chain to use and be used in exchange of love to survive. My bad... To live. Live a life they said. And for what echoed in the empty room of the heart that never have lived or loved. They say love fills the empty spaces with colors that stays.. Maybe in colors of rose....or blood.When it's just red without a definition. Without a warning of danger or without the hint of pleasure or without the essence of beauty or without m..... 
My bad again??? Coz red of pain never comes with a warning. Neither does the question that demands answers to my whys. Why do I exist. Been through the web of relation and love equation. From the daughter, sister, friend to a lover. From the non existent dream to just dying is illegal. Whys have never benn satiated. And I  .... Today think. .. Maybe I have a reason. So I want to write a letter. A letter to me... 
Hi, 
You are yet to be used... For the greatest reason yet...the reason with rules defined by unonown faces . You are yet to use the full time subscribtion to pain. 
You are a human after all. 
I want to write a letter. For no one to read. 
Let it burn into ashes and 
Dissapear.

So are there any good writers here? I wanted someone to write a note for my friend

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