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The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. This episode is gonna tell you about taking command of your unpleasant memories and the need of it. So tune in guys. Btw thanks for being here.

Hola people! This is an episode about a stereotypical thing that says crying is weakness. To make that myth to rest I've provided few information. So tune in. You never gonna regret. Your feedbacks are welcome! Mail id:Wantedbuddy001@gmail.com

This episode is gonna deal with the significance of self esteem with a thought provoking story on why Valueing yourself is so important. https://anchor.fm/ragavi001/episodes/Causes-of-Low-self-esteem-e136i0n Tune in to get yourself motivated.

This is the continuation of last episode. If you wanna check that out, use this link to tune in. https://anchor.fm/ragavi001/episodes/Identifying-what-is-low-self-esteem-e134nid This episode is about the causes of low self-esteem which make people vulnerable.

After a long time I'm posting this episode amid pandemic.. People are struggling with lot of things that can be a stumbling block while going behind goals.. An important One of those blocks is Self-esteem issues.. This episode is gonna be abt how to identify whether you are having that issues or not.

When you feel the tension in a conversation, whether with the spoken or the unspoken, try speaking less and listening more. You might be surprised at how this one simple strategy can quickly turn a conversation about what's wrong into a conversation about what we can do to make things better. BE A PAIN HEALER

Little Things mean mean a Lot As the rise of sun makes the darkness out In the wake of sobbing clouds, Days which I had regarded as far cry Had panned out with no sigh. Clocks were ticking so furious, Seemed as they got jealous. Mr. Sun couldn't stand that My rapture was radiant than him. My father healed my pain of longing for his love, Shuttlecock bounced back to either courts without fall, I was intrepid enough to make him fail. At an instant, It assailed the land by his side, Rhythm of air whispered that i had nailed. Millions of applauses within myself, Yet no showoff. On those Halcyon days of yore, Even though my wings had been hold down to fly, No wings needed to walk on sunshine And no wings needed to be on cloudnine.

Bend your branch down, Make me walk in, Catch me in your arms, Lift me up with care, Blow of wind can let me down, As a glass I'm fragile, Let's be United all the while. When I get to fall, sieze And make me raise to the top. Never let your gentle breeze to stop, If you fail, I will flop. Your wind can help me unwind, Sometimes give me wings, Grab me back when I lose your control. Wanna watch things with you, Your leaves slithering, Chilling sounds to hear. With an unshakable grip, Wanna lie in your palm. The sparkle of our ring Should be the twinkle in dark sky. Never fail on grip, Unless it will make me rip.

This episode will let you listen to a story which depicts how a girl succeed to find happiness in gloom. Tune in to get this trait...!

This episode will govern you with the just traits to patch with others. Cause we are not the only one to decide our success to be successful nourish a friendly stuffs in you is pivotal.

Thanksgiving to God for making us alive in 2021.

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If you are the who is seeking for piece of powerful motivation todays episode is definitely gonna assist u. So without any further delay Lets get started. Motivation is the power that activates the engine of success and moves you toward accomplishments.

Poet can be many person at a time. But as a matter of fact, he can be none of them.

Save water the elixir of life and make sure that are you gonna leave this with sufficient pure water for ur upcoming generations... Or else mind it that the pay back is in near future.

Out spreaded blue sky, Snowy dark clouds got ready to shower, Hot Ball tried to prove his valiant, Beated the dark sponges, Such as WWE wrestling, Undertaker Mr.Sun established evidence of victory again, To show Off his triumph, Flunged his arms each and every corner. All men and women used their palms as a brolly, Hurried to hide them from the anger of sun, Pride man Sun moked at all, He who is the Sovereign of Dessert. But one man cared less on sun, He stood still amongst of Paddy field, Guess who? He is scarecrow! Pot headed and brainless, Because, Man made creature! Clearhead scarecrow is waiting open-handed To hug...who? He never deserted, Unwelcomed guests sit on his arms and make chirping. He is honour bounded to look on the crops.. Grains... A mammoth joint family, Sowed by Rough hands with kind hearts, Seeded meticulously, Watered by the souls which are wishing to Nullify the Growling of bellies, Never gets the handful of rewards, Farmers As a philanthropists... Solo Grain, Sweat of souls striving under sunlight, Every grain carried it's spirit when got hit by gusts, Survived after life threatened by deluges, Beated the dudgeon of Sunrays.. A kiddo paddy, "What is the cause of undergoing all this catastrophe?" Asked his siblings, Questioned his Mumma, "We are beholden by an obligation. Our greatest aspiration is to fill the tummy which is Dying of hunger" Got answer... Young grain begged to God to fulfill his creed of existence, Such a fortunated paddy, Passed all barriers like Threshing, winnowing and milling... At prime meridian, Now in the dish of a fat lady, Paddy had a phenomenal joy, At the moment to be eaten up, Paddy spilled dowm... Irresponsible lady didn't care, Goddamned!!!!! Paddy's tears speaded all over, He was no More, Soul extracted without satisfaction, Gone away from there, Couldn't fulfill his desire.. Never spill them anymore...

A theme Park, Giggles of kiddos, Crosses of mummas, Clearance for toys, Dolphins put on air, Draws everyone's attention, Made kids to fall for them. With huge zeal, Air Rushed to see the Mug of every child. Drop dead gorgeous toothless smiles, Reasonless Cries, Multitude of godness in themselves... A child demanded mum, To buy Jerry and Tom, Asked over and over again not calm. Mum looked up money in hair expensive handbag, Dumped with cookies ,candies , wrappers etc... Must be a well to do family. 1 rupee slipped down, As wanted to take breath, After getting suffocated by the dumped stuffs. No one cares on it, Days passed by, Trespassers passed by, A Hard lucked coin, Spent its weekdays as a doormat.. One day itsy bitsy hand lifted it, Gave life to it. Yeah! That's a Child, With torned cloth, Parched lips, Longingness for love in eyes, Never celebrated his birthday, Everyone lets him untouched. Because, He is a fetus of a unmarried couple. They were busted up, Let a guiltless soul to suffer. And now, they are living in Realm disunited. This poor boy, Undergoing the God's game, This is not his shame, Please never blame.......... When he cries and tears out, No one is by his side to calm down him. Children holding the fingers of their mum and dad, But ,He hold his palms together and pray to God. Never God replies, Because God is speechless by his misery. God now I am asking! Why are you letting a guilt-free child to suffer? No Reply, I guess this will end when the pigs fly. -Warrior  R

On a glossy daybreak, I went out door for stroll, A finest Freezing wind freshened my soul, Felt like having rebirth then. Something mystical in that breeze, Reminded me of snowy remembrance, When cardiac began to ponder over it, My head rushed to cease it and slammed, I facepalmed. Found myself near flower paradise, Glanced at the blossoms, Far away from me. Untouched and abandoned, Showcased in a stall. Down headed and Looking for one who make them alive, By a gentle soulful nudge. I guess they noticed me, Within minutes fragrance spread like a gossip... Made me unconscious and Sneaked towards buds and blossoms. I sat down before them, Facing the flowers. I could see the anticipation in all, Hitted who stands next to them to show up themselves to me.. I made a touch on all... The paranatural wind refreshed me again and they too.. I glimpsed the other flowers which were inside the shop, Roses were in the each corner of the wall, With pride and dignity. They didn't care on me, I Felt like I was in their Realm. Folks were gravitated towards them as usual, Even though insanely overpriced. How lucky them? The roses. Other flowers green-eyed on them, Which is universal truth and unalterable. When I fought against my to draw the glance on them, Happened to look rose, With teeny-weeny petals, Dark patches on it, Which is why no one cares on it.. Gloom ridden rose, Seemed to be shipwrecked, Holding on for a lifeboat to voyage with. Signified my life, I fancied to be it's lifeboat, I made a soulful nudge. And now, We are Sailing in Same home.. Sharing joyous minutes s together

This is all about my poem about hope and literally shows that how I am holding up...

A Little winged Bird, Such a hard lucked one, I guess God was depressed when writing her fate, Half of life gone as teared pages of book, Her wings got hurt, She can't even fly a bit, Heart paining, Wings bleeding, But Never cease to setback in a place, Stepping forward, Little by little, Leaving Teeny weeny traces, No carings only sufferings, One day She was walking in the path to ditch, Without knowing the danger, Vultures, Eagles, owls are encouraging the bird to walk ahead, To make it as their prey, Real fakeness around her, When she stepped near the pit of hell, A radiant winged Bird, Messenger of God took her away, By clasping it's nail on the little bird, The little one not get feared a bit, She enjoyed flying....! And now I realized, God will wake up and help you in real danger.

Mother love is… the strong love that we can fall into when we are stressed, stretched, uncertain, and feeling like we just can't handle what's happening in our life. Momma love is… love we can retreat into, feel held by, move through our deepest fears with. In this episode I have linked ma write up about my days in momma's womb.

The content is about overcoming worries and being the best version of you..stop being an worrywart and be a warrior. I have linked a poem named picking own self written by me at the end of this episode. Manipulated with scrupulous care , Got scatter, Hurting and making bother. Somebody approached with feather, But made things harder and bitter. When others under drizzling weather, She was under burning fire. In agony eyeballs wandered All she needed is to make things better. Picking her own litter, Teared not only skin but vein, Bruise was getting deeper, Yet beared so long. Though she was pulled down apart, Never settled on floor, The warrior...

Dose of positiveness with ma write up.. This podcast holds a brief description and also a poem at the end named grave of demons..

This is the write up about pain of women.. Eyes burst out to drop tears, Cause Pain during labor, She is straining every nerve, To get such euphoric moment, Hands clasping bed cover in awfully, Her soothing voice is not sweet now, Every high pitched wail in agony Breaking and melting the hearts who holding up Right out there. Her Better half who is known as valiant, Now struggling to hold breath as usual, His leg is tremblingly lifting his mass, He now in the corner And sending prayers to God Which is what he has never did, Every yowl making him weaken on and on, Suddenly,Tranquil break out! A Cry! Unfamiliar one, Miraculous change in atmosphere, Yeah! butterfly has come out from pupa. She overjoys when he cries, Which is first and last, She feels relaxed as never before, Her spouse grabbed her hand dotingly, Lips are struggling to talk, He is flummoxed by endless thoughts.. With lots of love his eyes brimming with tears, Weeps like a kid, Apologies for everything he have did, That's when she realized that she already have a baby But matured.. She is gonna make that phenomenal humblest touch, How it can be???? I'm clueless, But sure it is unpredictable, Her infantile character bid goodbyes, Because she have to bring up her infant.

Without fail This podcast which is about knocking out fears will assist you a bit... Reverse psychology plays a vital role here..