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DEAR ASPIRATION

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  DEAR ASPIRATION Dear aspiration, why are you so rock to comprehend; I know you want to be reached, and make the jolly memories wealthy. You star so bright but the maze to you hypnotize the wall nut. You eye me the way but your way is glass. Tell me how I am supposed to eye the way when it is transparent, Am I supposed to heart or nose the way?   Dear aspiration, please be saint to me or be a little sign board. Dear way, do not wander me and be the high way, So that I may car or bicycle, and if not, I can at least two leg; If accidents happen, then at least be kind enough to put a red plus.

Carnival

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A space where everyone becomes kid irrespective of any age group or gender. #carnival #tyt #tuniatyt #seasonalpersonalblog

BTS (Ad Shoot)

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  Once I said to my teacher, what am I supposed to do after graduation because I still know nothing and I’m not that skill full enough to do something after graduation either, and the only thing which I know are only some basic knowledge and skills which will not be enough to make a profession out of it? Then my teacher replied to me saying: You may think that you know nothing and has only basic knowledge, but you will only realize your adapted skills and knowledge when someone engage you with a task and you are able to do that task on your own. This conversation with my teacher took its ground in my heart when I directed and did todays shooting, and not only todays shoot, but there were also several moments and situations where I could see the weightage of the above conversation with my teacher. Sometimes we tend to underestimate ourselves and not even allow our creative self to give it a try. With every day passing by, we come across so many different situations and circumsta...

ANONYMOUS

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  ANONYMOUS   Human race is a race since existence, Every kind of existence is a race since beginning. Since the law of race says, There is always the first and the last; But who decides it and what about the rest? Is it even necessary to have a race?   An existing anonymous says: “No, it is not necessary to race,   existence itself can also exist without fitting in a race.” But what about the race, is it not necessary to let the race take place? The anonymous says: “It is not necessary yet can take place”. But who is the anonymous?   The existing Anonymous is no one but you yourself; You need to decide whether you want to fit in the race or not. If yes, then it is fine and if no, then it is also fine. You are no one but you, and you have your own lane. But are you the anonymous? #anonymous #tyt #tuniatyt #seasonalpersonalblogs #saintclaretcollege #ziro #masscommunicatioin  

National Press Day

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National Press day has always been very special to me. It has always brought me new experiences along with new challenges. This year’s national press day came with a new persona for me as an anchor/moderator for a debate cum talk show. Anchoring is something which I enjoy a lot; once the microphone is in my hand, I feel like I’m the most powerful person in that territory, and non can pull me back. My love for anchoring is not going to fade anytime soon. Witness me shine in this field in coming future. #nationalpressday #anchoring #microphone #tyt #tuniatyt #seasonalpersonalblogs #ziro #saintclaretcollege #masscoummunication  

The real phenomena

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We see, think, perceive,intake and become of what we see. #photoshop #tyt #tuniatyt #seasonalblogs #ziro #saintclaretcollege #masscommunication

LOVE AND HATE: MY BICYCLE STORY

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> It is funny how the nostalgic feeling hit my heart while capturing this moment       #bicyclephotography #ziro #nostalgic #tyt #tuniatyt #seasonalpersonalblogs #saintclaretcollege                                                                                                           LOVE AND HATE: MY BICYCLE STORY I, an enthusiastic tiny little girl, eyed for acing the bicycle, Did not owned one, but was a default owner of my brother’s bicycle. The thin legs covered with lacy leggings never took a hiatus;   As I wanted to feel the air as fast as the shooting star.     Comes the season where my neck always hide...