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 World Photography Day Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving What you have caught on film is captured forever It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything Happy World Photography Day. Photography for me is not looking, it’s feeling If you can’t feel what you’re looking at then you’re never going to get others to feel anything when they look at your pictures Happy World Photography Day. If the photographer is interested in the people in front of his lens, and if he is compassionate i t’s already a lot. The instrument is not the camera but the photographer Happy World Photography Day.

ସମ୍ବଲପୁ ରୀ ଦିନ୍ ଜୟ କୋଶଳ୍ ଆମେ କୋଶଳୀ, ଆମର୍ ଭାଷା ଅସଲି, ନେଇଁ ସେ ଆମେ ଭିନ୍ ️ ️ ️ଆଜି ଦିନେ ନେଇଁ ,ସ ବୁଦିନେ ମନାମା ଆମର୍ ସମଲପୁରୀ ଦି ନ୍...        T he birth aniversary of poet Satyanarayan Bohidar i.e August 1 has been decided to observe “Sambalpuri Day” by the Paschimanchala Akata Manch .The day will be observed by organizing a mass cultural festival of dance and song on the street between Jail Chhak and Kacheri Chhak. Participants will be seen in colourful Sambalpuri attire. Not only that varieties of west Odisha popular food will be sold on the occasion. A typical Sambalpuri “pitha” competition will also be organised. One of the main attraction will be a fashion show. Apart from various cultural programmes, citation of Sambalpuri poetry will be organised in which various cultural and literary organisations will take part, convener of Paschimanchala Akata Manch Bhawani Bhoi said. He said preparations were on to make the programme colourful and attractive Sambalpur: Paschimancha...

                                                    WELCOME TO DIBYA BLOGGING                                                                                                                 HAPPY                                       Our capacity to draw happiness from aesthetic objects or material goods in fact seems critically dependent on our first satisfying a more important range of emotional or psychological needs,       among them the need for understanding, ...

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature! Sometimes the clouds weren't weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn't mean it wasn't scary, or that I wasn't still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I'd be alright. We'd get rained on together. Knowing Braden he'd have a big ass umbrela to shelter us from the worst of it. That there was an uncertain future I could handle. It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: 'there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful th...

Flowers are like friends; They bring colour to your word.