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aexplore360 · 3 months
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Himachal Pradesh, Bharat
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kitaston · 9 months
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omgindiablog · 2 months
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Sangla Valley, Kinnaur, Himachal Pradesh, India: Sangla is a town in the Baspa Valley, also referred to as the Sangla Valley, in the Kinnaur District of Himachal Pradesh, India, close to the Tibetan border. Wikipedia
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suryabandari · 2 days
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Church of England, Kasauli.
चर्च ऑफ़ इंग्लैंड कसौली
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shambholic · 1 year
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Nalagarh Fort, India 
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manisha999 · 2 months
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#MysteryOfGodShiva,
🌱शिवरात्री पर जानिए वो अविनाश�� परमात्मा कौन है? जिसकी कभी जन्म मृत्यु नहीं होती?
जानने के लिए पढ़ें पुस्तक "ज्ञान गंगा" और सम्पूर्ण आध्यात्मिक ज्ञान जानने के लिए डाउनलोड करें Sant Rampal Ji Maharaj App
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lisabet35 · 2 months
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📍 shimla, himachal pradesh
In the warm afternoon glow, amidst the bustling streets, there stands a man, weathered by time yet resilient in spirit, selling apples on the roadside. His weathered hands tenderly arrange the fruit, each one a testament to his unwavering determination to survive. With every passing car and pedestrian, he wears a hopeful smile, his eyes reflecting a silent plea for recognition amidst the chaos. With each apple, he pours his heart into the art of persuasion, weaving tales of their sweetness and crispness, hoping to entice passersby into purchasing a taste of his humble offering. For him, it's not just about selling apples; it's about preserving his dignity, clinging onto the flicker of hope that one day, his perseverance will bear fruit, and his struggle will be but a distant memory.
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crudesko · 1 year
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सुकून •
the sound of rain, the smell of fresh pine trees, the way cold breeze feels on your skin. what spells out sukoon to you? it's gotta a beautiful, rainy afternoon. your day taking an unimaginable course. reaching unplanned destinations in unplanned ways. breathtaking bursts of colour on green hills. scenic roads. a bag full of books. good food. and the perfect group of people.
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lunaefall · 10 months
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In case you want to donate to help in the North India flooding situation:
Multiple states have been affected, including the one where I live, so it would be appreciated if this was spread around ❤️.
Here is the direct donation link, the organization is reliable.
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prabodhjamwal · 1 month
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When The Marathas Came To Jammu?
Avtar Mota* A book on Maratha wars briefly introduced me to an event in the 18th century and mentioned the migration of some Marathas to Jammu during Ahmed Shah Abdali’s invasion. The story goes like this: Ahmed Shah Abdali invaded India eight times between 1748 and 1767, following the collapse of the Mughal Empire. To maintain his huge army created by Nadir Shah for invasions, Ahmed Shah Abdali…
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aexplore360 · 2 months
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Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh, Bharat
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kitaston · 3 months
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omgindiablog · 2 months
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Key Monastery, Spiti Valley, Himachal Pradesh, India: Kye Gompa is a Tibetan Buddhist monastery of the Gelugpa sect located on top of a hill at an altitude of 4,166 meters above sea level, close to the Spiti River, in the Spiti Valley of Himachal Pradesh, Lahaul and Spiti district, India. Wikipedia
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ariasmontage · 1 month
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I'm once again at your shrine
My feet had a mind of their own. They jerked to a stop as I entered the living room (we must only walk in with naked feet) only to find you turning it to a shrine.
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You sat on the sofa, fingers strumming the strings of your guitar.
I caught you in your prayer. Once again, I'm at your shrine.
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Bowed down, murmuring, to your instrument and instead of rosary beads, the strings become ceremonial. They hum with you in your prayer.
I'm at your shrine, hiding in the shadow of the room. The soft glow of sunset falls over you. How did I end up here?
Here you stay, and here I hold the lost memory of an ache.
I'm at your shrine and you pray.
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wikipediapictures · 9 months
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Indian Oil Corporation
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archanatravel · 29 days
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