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From ashes of doubt, a flicker ignites, A tiny ember in the darkest of nights. You think you are broken, a shattered design, Lost in the shadows, where hopes cease to shine. But listen closely, a whisper so slight, A secret the universe holds, burning bright. Within your fragments, a strength lies concealed, A resilience forged, a spirit revealed. The cracks in your surface, they tell a tale true, Of battles you've weathered, and lessons seen through. Each scar is a story, a testament bold, To the power you carry, more precious than gold. Don't let the whispers of failure take hold, Don't let the shadows leave you out in the cold. You are a masterpiece, uniquely designed, With a fire within, waiting to unwind. The world may have dimmed, and your spirit may ache, But deep in your heart, a new dawn will break. Embrace your imperfections, your flaws and your fears, For they are the colors that conquer all tears. So lift up your chin, and let your light gleam, A beacon of hope, a powerful dream. You are stronger than sorrow, braver than pain, Rise from the ashes, and live once again. Believe in yourself, let your spirit take flight, You hold the key to your own inner light. From the depths of despair, you have the power to soar, A phoenix reborn, forevermore.
Elara lived in a world painted in shades of grey. Not literally, of course, but her life felt muted, predictable. She worked a stable but unfulfilling job, her evenings were spent scrolling through social media, and her dreams felt like faded photographs tucked away in a dusty album. She longed for vibrant colors, for a life that resonated with her soul, but she felt tethered to the familiar, lacking the skills to break free. One rainy Tuesday, a flyer fluttered into her hands, almost as if the wind itself was urging her. "Unlock Your Potential: Evening Workshops in Creative Arts." Intrigued, Elara found herself signing up for a beginner's pottery class. The first touch of clay, cool and malleable, sparked something within her. It wasn't just the physical act of molding, but the feeling of creating something tangible, something uniquely hers. The pottery class was just the beginning. Elara discovered a thirst for learning she never knew she possessed. She enrolled in a digital photography course, captivated by the interplay of light and shadow. Then came a coding workshop, where she wrestled with lines of code, the challenge exhilarating. Each new skill was a brushstroke on the canvas of her life, adding depth and vibrancy. It wasn't easy. There were moments of frustration, of self-doubt whispering insidious lies. Her fingers fumbled with the clay, her photos were often blurry, and the code sometimes resembled gibberish. But Elara persevered. She practiced relentlessly, sought feedback, and learned from her mistakes. She discovered a community of like-minded individuals, each on their own journey of self-discovery, and they supported and encouraged each other. As her skills grew, so did her confidence. The grey in her life began to recede, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors. She started selling her pottery at local markets, the joy of someone appreciating her creations fueling her passion. Her photography skills blossomed, and she began freelancing, capturing the beauty of the world through her lens. The coding skills, initially a daunting challenge, opened up new career opportunities, leading to a more fulfilling and dynamic job. Elara's transformation wasn't just about acquiring skills; it was about discovering herself. She learned that independence wasn't just about financial freedom, but about the freedom to express herself, to create, to contribute. She had built her own ladder, rung by rung, with the skills she had diligently cultivated. One sunny afternoon, Elara found herself sitting in her small studio, surrounded by her pottery, her photographs, and her laptop humming with lines of code. The rain was gone, the grey had vanished, and her life was a vibrant masterpiece, painted with the colors of her own making. She realized that the key to unlocking her potential had been within her all along, waiting to be unearthed, one skill at a time. And as she looked out at the world, now brimming with possibilities, she knew that her journey of growth and discovery had only just begun.
The heart, a battlefield, where shadows dwell, Where doubts like demons, cast their icy spell. A constant struggle, a relentless war, Against the whispers, that forever soar. The mind, a fortress, besieged by fear, Of failure's grasp, and shadows drawing near. But courage rises, a defiant flame, To conquer darkness, and extinguish shame. With every breath, a battle cry is born, To face the demons, till the break of morn. To mend the wounds, and rise above the fray, And claim the victory, at the close of day. For life's a journey, a relentless fight, Where strength and spirit, must forever ignite. So raise your shield, and wield your sword with grace, And leave your mark, upon this fleeting space. The scars may linger, a testament to strife, But in their depths, resides the essence of life. A warrior's heart, forever bold and true, Will rise above, and see the journey through.
Rise and shine, it’s time to move, The world is waiting—there’s much to prove. No more drifting, no more delay, The moment calls, and here you stay.
The hours slip by, they don’t return, With every second, let your spirit burn. Shake off the weight of endless rest, For within you lies your very best.
The sun is high, the path is clear, Push through the fog, erase the fear. Awake, arise, step out the door, The world is yours—it's time to soar.
Don’t let the silence keep you bound, Move with purpose, let joy resound. In action, life begins to sing, Break the chains, spread your wings.
No more slumber, no more wait, Chase the vision, seize your fate. Rise and conquer, make it known— Your strength, your drive, they’re all your own.
दिन का अंत कैसे होता है, उर्दू शब्दों में हिंदी में बहुत ही काव्यात्मक तरीके से वर्णन करें। दिन का अंत, जैसे कोई मुसाफ़िर, थका हुआ, घायल, अपनी मंजिल की ओर बढ़ रहा हो, और धीरे-धीरे अंधेरे में डूब रहा हो। जैसे कोई महफ़िल, जिसमें खुशियाँ बिखरी हों, अब ख़ामोशी से समेटी जा रही हों। जैसे कोई ख़्वाब, जो धीरे-धीरे धुंधला पड़ रहा हो, और अंततः विस्मृति में खो जा रहा हो। इस तरह दिन का अंत होता है, एक दर्दनाक सुकून के साथ, एक अलविदा कहने की तरह, जो कभी वापस नहीं आएगा।
The sands of time, a ceaseless flow, Shifting ever, to and fro. Mountains rise, then crumble low, A fleeting glimpse, a fading glow. The mighty oak, with branches wide, Yields to the storm, its strength defied. The vibrant hues, of morning's pride, Fade with the sun, as shadows glide. Joy's sweet embrace, a fleeting gleam, Sorrow's sting, a transient stream. Wealth and fame, a fleeting dream, Lost in the river, a forgotten stream. Let love and kindness be our guide, Compassion's light, our constant stride. Forgiving hearts, where peace reside, A gentle soul, where virtues abide. Though change may come, and forms may cease, Love's enduring grace, will find release. In every moment, find inner peace, And let true joy, forever increase.
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Allam 💰300
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Nimmakaya 💰250
Pandu mirchi 💰250
Gongura 💰300
Velluli. 💰 350
Usirikaya mukkalu 💰400
Karivepaku. 💰350
Kottimeera. 💰350
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🐓 chicken boneless 💐600
🐓 Naatukodi bone 💐900
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🐓☘️ chicken gongura 💐700
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🦙 mutton boneless 💐1000
🦙 mutton gongura 💐1000
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From ashes of doubt, a flicker ignites,
A tiny ember in the darkest of nights.
You think you are broken, a shattered design,
Lost in the shadows, where hopes cease to shine.
But listen closely, a whisper so slight,
A secret the universe holds, burning bright.
Within your fragments, a strength lies concealed,
A resilience forged, a spirit revealed.
The cracks in your surface, they tell a tale true,
Of battles you've weathered, and lessons seen through.
Each scar is a story, a testament bold,
To the power you carry, more precious than gold.
Don't let the whispers of failure take hold,
Don't let the shadows leave you out in the cold.
You are a masterpiece, uniquely designed,
With a fire within, waiting to unwind.
The world may have dimmed, and your spirit may ache,
But deep in your heart, a new dawn will break.
Embrace your imperfections, your flaws and your fears,
For they are the colors that conquer all tears.
So lift up your chin, and let your light gleam,
A beacon of hope, a powerful dream.
You are stronger than sorrow, braver than pain,
Rise from the ashes, and live once again.
Believe in yourself, let your spirit take flight,
You hold the key to your own inner light.
From the depths of despair, you have the power to soar,
A phoenix reborn, forevermore.
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Elara lived in a world painted in shades of grey. Not literally, of course, but her life felt muted, predictable. She worked a stable but unfulfilling job, her evenings were spent scrolling through social media, and her dreams felt like faded photographs tucked away in a dusty album. She longed for vibrant colors, for a life that resonated with her soul, but she felt tethered to the familiar, lacking the skills to break free.
One rainy Tuesday, a flyer fluttered into her hands, almost as if the wind itself was urging her. "Unlock Your Potential: Evening Workshops in Creative Arts." Intrigued, Elara found herself signing up for a beginner's pottery class. The first touch of clay, cool and malleable, sparked something within her. It wasn't just the physical act of molding, but the feeling of creating something tangible, something uniquely hers.
The pottery class was just the beginning. Elara discovered a thirst for learning she never knew she possessed. She enrolled in a digital photography course, captivated by the interplay of light and shadow. Then came a coding workshop, where she wrestled with lines of code, the challenge exhilarating. Each new skill was a brushstroke on the canvas of her life, adding depth and vibrancy.
It wasn't easy. There were moments of frustration, of self-doubt whispering insidious lies. Her fingers fumbled with the clay, her photos were often blurry, and the code sometimes resembled gibberish. But Elara persevered. She practiced relentlessly, sought feedback, and learned from her mistakes. She discovered a community of like-minded individuals, each on their own journey of self-discovery, and they supported and encouraged each other.
As her skills grew, so did her confidence. The grey in her life began to recede, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors. She started selling her pottery at local markets, the joy of someone appreciating her creations fueling her passion. Her photography skills blossomed, and she began freelancing, capturing the beauty of the world through her lens. The coding skills, initially a daunting challenge, opened up new career opportunities, leading to a more fulfilling and dynamic job.
Elara's transformation wasn't just about acquiring skills; it was about discovering herself. She learned that independence wasn't just about financial freedom, but about the freedom to express herself, to create, to contribute. She had built her own ladder, rung by rung, with the skills she had diligently cultivated.
One sunny afternoon, Elara found herself sitting in her small studio, surrounded by her pottery, her photographs, and her laptop humming with lines of code. The rain was gone, the grey had vanished, and her life was a vibrant masterpiece, painted with the colors of her own making. She realized that the key to unlocking her potential had been within her all along, waiting to be unearthed, one skill at a time. And as she looked out at the world, now brimming with possibilities, she knew that her journey of growth and discovery had only just begun.
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The heart, a battlefield, where shadows dwell,
Where doubts like demons, cast their icy spell.
A constant struggle, a relentless war,
Against the whispers, that forever soar.
The mind, a fortress, besieged by fear,
Of failure's grasp, and shadows drawing near.
But courage rises, a defiant flame,
To conquer darkness, and extinguish shame.
With every breath, a battle cry is born,
To face the demons, till the break of morn.
To mend the wounds, and rise above the fray,
And claim the victory, at the close of day.
For life's a journey, a relentless fight,
Where strength and spirit, must forever ignite.
So raise your shield, and wield your sword with grace,
And leave your mark, upon this fleeting space.
The scars may linger, a testament to strife,
But in their depths, resides the essence of life.
A warrior's heart, forever bold and true,
Will rise above, and see the journey through.
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Rise and shine, it’s time to move,
The world is waiting—there’s much to prove.
No more drifting, no more delay,
The moment calls, and here you stay.
The hours slip by, they don’t return,
With every second, let your spirit burn.
Shake off the weight of endless rest,
For within you lies your very best.
The sun is high, the path is clear,
Push through the fog, erase the fear.
Awake, arise, step out the door,
The world is yours—it's time to soar.
Don’t let the silence keep you bound,
Move with purpose, let joy resound.
In action, life begins to sing,
Break the chains, spread your wings.
No more slumber, no more wait,
Chase the vision, seize your fate.
Rise and conquer, make it known—
Your strength, your drive, they’re all your own.
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दिन का अंत कैसे होता है, उर्दू शब्दों में हिंदी में बहुत ही काव्यात्मक तरीके से वर्णन करें।
दिन का अंत, जैसे कोई मुसाफ़िर,
थका हुआ, घायल,
अपनी मंजिल की ओर बढ़ रहा हो,
और धीरे-धीरे अंधेरे में डूब रहा हो।
जैसे कोई महफ़िल,
जिसमें खुशियाँ बिखरी हों,
अब ख़ामोशी से समेटी जा रही हों।
जैसे कोई ख़्वाब,
जो धीरे-धीरे धुंधला पड़ रहा हो,
और अंततः विस्मृति में खो जा रहा हो।
इस तरह दिन का अंत होता है,
एक दर्दनाक सुकून के साथ,
एक अलविदा कहने की तरह,
जो कभी वापस नहीं आएगा।
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The sands of time, a ceaseless flow,
Shifting ever, to and fro.
Mountains rise, then crumble low,
A fleeting glimpse, a fading glow.
The mighty oak, with branches wide,
Yields to the storm, its strength defied.
The vibrant hues, of morning's pride,
Fade with the sun, as shadows glide.
Joy's sweet embrace, a fleeting gleam,
Sorrow's sting, a transient stream.
Wealth and fame, a fleeting dream,
Lost in the river, a forgotten stream.
Let love and kindness be our guide,
Compassion's light, our constant stride.
Forgiving hearts, where peace reside,
A gentle soul, where virtues abide.
Though change may come, and forms may cease,
Love's enduring grace, will find release.
In every moment, find inner peace,
And let true joy, forever increase.
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