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They call him Rude Ralph, the mischief king, But is he as bad as they often sing? Sure, he’s got a laugh that’s loud and bold, But let’s look at the truth, let’s have it told. Ralph once gave Henry a toad in a box, “Just a joke!” he said, amid giggles and squawks. But when Henry was down and feeling blue, Ralph was the friend who always came through. They say he’s rude, but he’s really just blunt, Like a comic book hero on a wild stunt. When Susan lost her lunch, and tears did stream, Ralph shared his sandwich, with extra cream. He’s like a volcano, fiery and loud, But inside he’s as gentle as a summer cloud. Like a firework, he may seem too bright, But he lights up the dark and makes it all right. Remember the time he yelled, “Boo!” at the fair? The lady jumped high, almost lost her hair. But later that day, when she was in need, Ralph carried her bags, a true friend indeed. He’s a bit like licorice, strong and tough, But sweet at the core, if you taste enough. His jokes might be wild...

In the town of Varanasi, where love’s on parade,   Lived Kundan the romancer, a poetic charade,   With a heart full of dreams and a head full of plans,   He’s chasing his crush like a sitcom with fans. He’s writing her letters that she’ll never read,   And gifting her roses, though they’re mostly weed,   He’s proposing in poetry, where rhymes go astray,   It’s like Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss had a bizarro ballet. Zoya’s just trying to live her own life,   While Kundan’s still caught in a world of his strife,   He’s chasing her around with a love so intense,   It’s like a rom-com where logic takes a long holiday fence. BUT............................. In the same lanes of Varanasi, where love's supposed to bloom, Kundan’s steps turned sour, like a scent of impending gloom, He chased after Zoya with a fervor unkind, His romantic pursuits, well, they crossed the line. He lurked in the shadows, in every...

In a grand mansion, all shiny and bright, Little Kevin’s left home alone for the night, His family’s off on a holiday spree, Leaving him with a house that’s one big DIY spree. Kevin’s the kid who’s got plans and flair, Turning his home into a trap-filled lair, With marbles and paint cans, his traps are a hoot, The burglars are doomed this kid’s on the pursuit! Harry and Marv, oh what a pair, Like two clowns with a penchant for despair, They stumble and fumble, their faces all bruised, By Kevin’s clever traps, they’re thoroughly confused. "Home Alone" is basically the cinematic equivalent of leaving your toddler with a pack of wild raccoons and saying, “Good luck!” The film is a charmingly chaotic tale of a kid, Kevin McCallister, who’s left alone in his family’s lavish house while his relatives go on vacation. Spoiler alert: the raccoons are replaced by two hapless burglars, but the chaos is just as entertaining. Let’s start with Kevin, the pint-sized mastermind. He’s like a...

नाता बेतुकी दिल्लगी से तोड़ना जाने ना आने वाले कल की फ़िकर से जोड़ना जाने ना Under moonlit skies, we dance and sway, Embracing life in a carefree way, With laughter loud and spirits high, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we cry. Friendships forged in fires bright, In the tapestry of endless night, Memories etched as time flies by, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we fly. With dreams unbound and hearts set free, In the present moment, we just be, Through ups and downs, we dare and try, Ye Jawani Hai Deewani , we reply. So when the journey seems too tough,  And every stride feels not enough,  Remember this, as you wander far,  Mera falsafaa kandhe pe mera basta  Chala main jahaan le chala mujhe rasta. In every breath, in every mile,  We face the world with steady smile. And though the future's veil may hide,  Our spirits strong, we will abide,  Kal pe sawaal hai, jeena filhaal hai, 

Beneath the moon's gentle and silvery light,   Dreams dance with sorrow, in a beautiful plight.   For love, though sweet, oft carries its thorn,   Ae dil hai mushkil, in a heart so worn. The heart, a wanderer in a world so vast,   Clings to memories, of a love that won’t last.   In every beat, a reminder so clear,   Ae dil hai mushkil, yet we persevere. For in the trials of love, strength we find,   In the dance of the heart, with the soul intertwined.   Though the journey is tough, and the road is long,   Ae dil hai mushkil, but it makes us strong. So let the heartache, in its glory, be sung,   For in every struggle, a new hope is begun.   Ae dil hai mushkil, but through love's pure art,   We find in the end, the resilience of the heart. And as we walk this path so free,   With eyes wide open, hearts carefree.   We find the truth, we finally see,...

 In the quiet of her room, dreams took flight, A young filmmaker spun tales in the night. With passion aflame and a heart full of light, She painted the world in black and white. Each day she crafted scenes with care, Directing life with a visionary’s stare. Angles shifted, stories refined, A cinematic universe uniquely designed. In shadows and light, her stories unfurled, Visions of grandeur, a new, vivid world. A lens in her hand, an artist’s pure gaze, Transforming the mundane into a dazzling blaze. But fate’s cruel hand came, dark and swift, Snatching away her dreams, her precious gift. A life full of promise, cut far too short, A storyteller silenced; dreams left to thwart. She'd wake each morning, with a script in mind, A new narrative, fresh scenes to find. Adjusting the angle, perfecting the shot, Every frame a masterpiece, each line a thought. Yet now her room lies silent, cold, No more stories left to be told. The camera rests, its film unspent, A poignant symbol of dream...