popeye the liverpool fan 🟥❣️🔴🔴❣️🟥

@916false @UTDTrey Who has more champions league goals than MAN U this year 😂

@MrBeast Ok

If this tweet has exactly 1 like in 24 hours I’ll give that person $1,000,000

A rested workforce serves the public better. With staff shortages and rising stress, 5-day banking is a service-quality issue, not a “perk.” UFBU has pursued this since 2015; IBA has recommended it to the Government (MoU 07-12-2023), and it’s included in the 12th Bipartite/9th Joint Note (08-03-2024), pending clearances. Let’s finish what’s already agreed. #Implement5DayBanking @FinMinIndia @DFS_India @PMOIndia @ChiefIba

When the world is moving to a 4-day week, and banking is already 24x7 in the digital era, bankers asking for a 5-day week isn’t a luxury. It’s justice. IBA has agreed. The understanding is signed. Now the Government must honour its commitment – no more excuses, no more delays. Respect the Settlement. Deliver it. We demand #5DayBankingNow

@volklub @HeIsOnly1 He ddidn't forced you to do so. Be humble .

@HeIsOnly1 Audacity dekho. Kal mera jwak bimar c main fer v 30 min khraab kite ehde te

He is my Engineering class mate. I suggested him Maruti Grand Vitara as per the needs after a long discussion yesterday. Sometimes people come just for the validation. He wants a Sierra, why asking Bro? Just get it. Always listen to your heart when it comes to cars.

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes. When she opened them, her daughter was gone. Six months. Six months of walking from police station to police station. Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages. Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…” In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood. Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child. Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call. The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…” They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14. When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected. She ran. Not away — toward them. Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family. Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them. The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God. And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family. Six months of darkness ended in one hug. Aarohi is home now. The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight. Today, a mother is singing lullabies again. Today, a father is smiling in his sleep. And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned. Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves. Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

@SaurabhWag84197 @wakeupsahil_ Name please ?

@wakeupsahil_ This series has so many layers... It's amazing 😱

we were told the ending here and we didn’t even notice 😭

Worked as a carpenter. Got taunted by many when young daughter started playing cricket with boys in the neighborhood. But he stood by her. Made her first bat with his own hands. Got her enrolled in an academy. Travelled far everyday to take her to training and decided to pick and

@navdeepdahiya55 From when we can expect weather to be normalise ?

Some signs of relief.. It has been raining in #Punjab and #HimachalPradesh almost every night since 25th August. Tonight it's likely to be CLEAR night for both the states. Apart from some localised rains tomorrow it is likely to be a relatively calm day as well #PunjabFloods2025 #PunjabFloods

@ikpsgill1 Himachal is suffering too , i hope you speak about it too by your post.

@OmarAbdullah Switch off/on karke dekha ?

Still struggling with almost nonexistent communication. There is a trickle of data flowing on Jio mobile but no fixed line WiFi, no browsing, almost no apps, things like X open frustratingly slowly, WhatsApp struggles with anything more than short text messages. Haven’t felt this disconnected since the terrible days of 2014 & 2019.

@Lea_EFC Bridesmaids

Name the film 🎥

@Oye_Jahazi Moot hi pee liya kr seedha

क्या आप लोग भी सुबह की चाय में हल्का नमक डाल कर पीते हो?

@EducatedMoron Love you zindagi Koyla kaala hai - bhaag milkha bhaag

Few good songs on top of my mind from last two decades which doesn't fall in these usual moulds [Romantic/Non-Romantic Sad/Party/Celebration] (and are neither patriotic/spiritual/high tempo motivational songs) Anxiety / Disgust / Self Doubt [But not sad] - Jo Bhi Main (Rockstar) - Main Aisa Kyun Hoon (Lakshya) - Pardesi (DevD) Anger: - Sadda Haq (Rockstar) Pride: - First Class (Kalank) - Apna Time Aayega (Gully Boy) - Badal Pe Paon (Chak De India) Relief/Feel Good/Letting Go [But not related to romantic relations]: - Abhi Mujh Mein Kahin (Agneepath) - Pathaka Guddi (Highway) - Yuhi Chala Chal (Swades) - Kabhi Kabhi Aditi (JTYJN) - Aashayein (Iqbal) Guilt/Regret [Sad but not related to romantic relations] - Luka Chhupi (RDB) - Naina (Dangal) - Jee Le Zara (Talaash) - Duaa (Shanghai) - Zinda (Lootera) Nostalgia: - Kabira (YJHD) And even most of the movies they are from are centered around romance or heartbreak. Feel free to add more.

90% of our songs are about love, sadness (again mostly due to heartbreak in love) or party/celebration. We barely make songs which are not in these moulds and are about other emotions - Pride, Gratitude, Anxiety, Fear, Anger, Shame, Disgust, Nostalgia etc like Western music.

A little puppy that saved everyone. He barked nonstop when it started raining and woke the whole family. They shifted to another house and tied him at a safer spot. Still he got washed away in the floods. But by God’s grace, he was found later without a single scratch.

Dear son,

peak male living experience

@theskindoctor13 Roundabouts in chandigarh has red lights for a reason

A roundabout without signals works in high-trust societies where people naturally yield and take turns. In a low-trust society, it turns into a battle of horns, aggression, and “me first” chaos. 📍Inforparks, Kerala.

@Oye_Jahazi People who give opinions on people eating choices should be jailed imo

People who eat Aaloo ka Prantha with Achar should be jailed imo.

I can't even imagine the pain . Hope the family find peace

IPL should be scrapped now that the worst team has won it.