బతుకు నిరంతర వలస అయినచోట నేనో నిత్య నోమాడిక్.
Every time I start to count the nights we spent in embrace; I soon lose count. Those various nights that we spent talking – with only the moon as our witness – are still with you. All the words exchanged with you, I have wrapped up and poured into the cup of your palms; now I have no words left to share. Could you please make arrangements to send me back my bundle of words? I want to stop fumbling and speak like I once spoke, like water that flows swiftly in a stream.
- Khwaab of love and revolution
Invited by: Venu Reddy
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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August 21, 2023 | 268 | -1 | -0.4% |
January 06, 2023 | 269 | +1 | +0.4% |
September 23, 2022 | 268 | +3 | +1.2% |
August 05, 2022 | 265 | +2 | +0.8% |
June 29, 2022 | 263 | -5 | -1.9% |
April 14, 2022 | 268 | +1 | +0.4% |
January 09, 2022 | 267 | +2 | +0.8% |
October 24, 2021 | 265 | +1 | +0.4% |
September 17, 2021 | 264 | +128 | +94.2% |