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Dipiya Dilawari
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Dipiya Dilawari
@Dipdil
Live, Laugh, Love Spread Positivity 🌸
شامل ہوئے Şubat 2010
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@Ajmermukhtar I didn't see you at all. I didn't see any listener.
That never happened before.
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@Dipdil You invited me with a space but did not give me the mic nor did you talk on the topic. I even messaged you.
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@ReallySwara You are a very straightforward, humble, and a liberal person.
It is always good to watch your interviews.
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Sorry I just saw this… Thanks Dad ❤️❤️❤️
Please tell the internet more about how I’m exasperating and reckless and my other character flaws 🤪🤪😂😂💜💜
C Uday Bhaskar@theUdayB
To the most endearing, exasperating, affectionate, argumentative, reckless, resolute daughter - whose deep commitment to principles & values dear to her, often drive me up the wall, even as I am humbled by her tenacity in the face of advancing adversity..MHR Pagli @ReallySwara
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I couldn't convince myself to watch this idiot movie. Never.
z.@marlboroadvv
the fact that ishaan was fighting all his battles alone without being understood. this traumatized me as a child
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@PushkarLfc @marlboroadvv I'm so sorry.
I can't imagine living without a mother at such a young age.
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@marlboroadvv I relate to this scene very much. I had to live with maternal grandparents when my mother died. I was 5 at that time. Those 2 years had gave me enough childhood trauma. I don’t see this movie for this same scene. It’s just too much. Too much.
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@Varunra65924691 @marlboroadvv Ishaan has a learning disability, not a mental health issue.
Yes, due to harsh treatment from his father and previous teachers, he almost developed a mental health issue.
But it's a film and a sensitive teacher arrives.
In real life, such children are alone.
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@marlboroadvv just showed how mental health is treated in india 😭
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@marlboroadvv Most children with learning disabilities fight their battles alone. Being a female child makes it worse.
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My wife and I were having dinner at a restaurant in Bengaluru.
There was a young couple sitting next to us. You could tell it was a special night.
We overheard bits of their conversation..New job, finally some stability, something worth celebrating.
They looked genuinely happy.
Then their bill came.
The card didn’t go through.
They tried another. Declined.
You could see the shift instantly. The smiles faded. They started quietly discussing what to remove, what they could actually afford.
My wife looked at me.
I didn’t say anything.
Just called the waiter and asked him to add their bill to ours.
We told him not to mention us.
Just say it’s taken care of.
We left before they could turn around.
Didn’t want a thank you.
Just wanted them to finish their night the way it began.
We forgot about it.
Three years later, a letter arrived at our home. Somehow, they had tracked us down.
The waiter remembered us.
Helped them find us.
The letter said they were getting married.
That night, the one we barely remembered… was their first proper date after months of struggle.
Their first moment of relief after a long, difficult phase.
They wrote:
“Someone paying our bill made us believe that good people still exist. We carried that feeling through everything that came after.”
They invited us to their wedding.
We didn’t know them.
But we went anyway.
They introduced us to everyone..
“These are the people who showed us kindness when we needed it the most.”
We danced at their wedding.
We teared up during their Vows.
Somehow, we felt like family.
Today, they have a baby.
They send us pictures, festival wishes, little updates from their life.
And we’re a part of their story… because of one small moment.
Sometimes family isn’t blood.
It’s just people who chose to see you.
#SundayStories

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Asha Bhosle’s Sacred Offering at Anandpur Sahib, 2001
At the Anandpur Sahib function in 2001, held at the Virasat-e-Khalsa memorial, Asha Bhosle’s rendering of Gurbani left an impression that went far beyond the ordinary bounds of a ceremonial performance.
In that sacred setting, at the birthplace of the Khalsa and amid commemorations linked to three centuries of its history, her voice acquired a deeply devotional power. Since the lyrics were drawn from the Sri Guru Granth Sahib, this was not merely Shabad singing in a musical sense, but an expression of Gurbani rendered with reverence and humility.
That forenoon, she rendered “Mere Sahib, Mere Sahib” (मेरे साहिब, मेरे साहिब) in the tune of “Nanak Naam Jahaj Hai” (ਨਾਨਕ ਨਾਮ ਜਹਾਜ਼ ਹੈ / नानक नाम जहाज़ है), drawing together the worlds of film music and Gurbani-inspired devotion in a single, seamless act of homage. The melodic line, already deeply familiar in Punjabi households, resonated with renewed emotion in Asha Bhosle’s voice and held the sangat spellbound. For those present, it was a reminder that music, when wedded to faith, can transcend performance and become prayer. Her participation thus symbolised a rare confluence of artistic greatness and humility, where a celebrated playback singer stood before the Guru and the Panth simply as a devotee.

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