Naivedhi Gandhi
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A writer and an artist
Both have the power to create which never exists
And have the power to remove which exists through writings and paintings...
Togetherness
My Heaven, My...
Which Way To ...
Empty
What If
Hope
Prioritze You...
Power Of Crea...
World Of Book...
Life Of Girl
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
Very nice... Very nice...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Nice... Nice...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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