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when life gives you lemons



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Sun Mar 31, 2024 5:03 pm
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Hkumar says...



when life gives you lemons

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shhh.... there's more than just lemonades
I only put my signature on big cheques.
  





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Sun Mar 31, 2024 8:19 pm
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AmayaStatham says...



Cool picture XD and amazing title, Good luck!

Spoiler! :

This reminded me of a dialogue:

When life give you lemons, make apple juice?
- I forgot the movie name
  





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Tue Apr 09, 2024 3:43 am
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alliyah says...



Spoiler! :
Oh wait! What's that???

@Hkumar it looks like a lemon cake has fallen into your thread! Image

Hope to read some of your poetry this month! You've totally got this!
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Sun Apr 14, 2024 5:27 pm
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Hkumar says...



In life's intricate maze, not every route
that sprouts thorns, will bloom into roses.
Some hide more twists, bitter and tart,
while others lead to a souring new start.

There comes a peak where dreams
seem to fall into shadow's grasp
and hope fades like a dying spark.
It's then we're tested, our faith in fray,
an ordeal from above to lead our path.
For in depths of despair's dark night,
we find our strength to continue,
to turn those lemons, however sour.

So let us embrace life's unpredictable course
and trust in the journey, despite its trials.
In every challenge, lies a new perspective,
To grow, to learn, to seize the dance floor.
I only put my signature on big cheques.
  








It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien