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• A sensitive mini-adult with a gentle heart 🌸
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“Unreachable. Untouchable. Unbelievable.”💫

“Woh awaaz jo duniya bhar ke dilon ko chhuti hai, meri aankhon ke saamne aaj ek tasveer ban kar khadi hai….
Jis insaan ko is janam mein sirf door se dekhne ki umeed thi, uske saath khud ko itni paas mehsoos karna…
Shayad yahi sapne ka sabse khoobsurat jadoo hai. ✨

AI ne mujhe woh de diya jo haqeeqat kabhi nahi de sakti thi — ek pal jisme main aur mera sabse pehla, sabse bada aur sabse ‘aukat se bahar’ wala crush ek frame mein hamesha ke liye kaid ho gaye.

Kya asli hai, kya sapna, ab farq karna mushkil hai… Bas itna jaanti hoon ki is tasveer ko dekh kar dil aur aankh dono bhar aate hain. 💕🙇🏻‍♀️🎶”

I love him♥️

#arijitsingh #beyondreality #unrealbutbeautiful 🤍 by @shreya.postshere_

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a year ago

It’s a biggest manifestation came true to my life… 😭😭
I’ve had the heart full opportunity to attend @arijitsingh live in concert… or maybe ARIJIT SINGH LIVE IN HEAVEN♥️
It feels like a heavenly massage from the most sexiest masseuse in the world, while being fed chocolate, strawberries, and expensive wine (or whatever you fancy). His stage presence is majestic oh, words cannot describe how beautiful he is ♥️ He’s living in my heart since release day of “Phir Mohabbat” 🌷 Oh my god! I was dying to watch him in person…. 🥹

🌸Thank you @arijitsingh you made me laugh, live, cry, fall in love at the same time.🌸🕊️✨

“I am counting this wonderful day as my biggest achievement of my life indeed!” 😭♥️

#arijitsinghlive #arijitsinghconcert #bucketlistcheck by @shreya.postshere_

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2 years ago

🎀🤍 Happy birthday to my sweetest little princess girl, my tiny sunshine, my favourite hooman & the tiniest piece of my heart that somehow lives outside my body. 🥹💗 You have absolutely no idea how much of me belongs to you, baby girl. 🎀🧸💕

You are sunshine wrapped in a tiny human… 😭🤌🏻🫂
You have this beautiful way of bringing light wherever you go, and I wish you could see just how much light YOU bring into my heart. You may be growing up a year older today, but you will forever be my little ray of sunshine, my tiny happy place! You are sooo beautiful. 😭🧿🫂

I hope life always gives you reasons to smile, keeps that beautiful little soul of yours golden, and never dims the sparkle in your eyes. And whenever the world feels cloudy, baby girl, I hope you remember that you will always have a masii who will love you like sunshine loves the morning — endlessly, gently, and every single day. Growing up is your job, my sunshine; loving you forever is mine. Happy birthday, my little sunbeam. ☀️🎂🎀🤍

My doll, my biggest soft spot and my forever baby, I didn’t know a heart could love any of my nieces this much until you came into my life. And if there is one thing I hope you never, ever forget, it is this: before the world ever got to know you, you were already my whole world.🌎💗🧸

My darling girl, I hope you never lose that cheeky smile, that contagious laugh, or that magical little way of making ordinary moments feel special. my favourite little drama queen, professional yapper, terrible-joke specialist.. 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿
A little bundle of giggles, mischief, endless chatter, and the most questionable jokes known to mankind. 😭😂 The way you crack the most terrible jokes with the biggest smile on your face, laugh at your own punchlines, and fill every room with your infectious happiness is so ridiculously YOU. And honestly baby, never stop. Never stop being this silly, this giggly, this wonderfully chaotic little soul. The world is so much prettier, brighter and happier with you in it. ☀️🌷💗

The world is lucky to have your sunshine, but I will forever feel like the luckiest girl for getting to love you this much. You make me laugh with your non by @shreya.postshere_

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2 days ago

Who am I without a crippling addiction to @dietcoke ?♥️
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#fypシ #explore #dietcoke by @shreya.postshere_

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10 days ago

मैं इतनी हसीन तो नहीं की कोई किताब लिखे मुझ पर 🥀
ख्वाहिश तो बस इतनी है,
की कोई महज़ दो पन्ने की कहानी का,
सबसे खूबसूरत किरदार बना दे मुझे !🪷💫
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#fypage #explorepage #poetryoftheday by @shreya.postshere_

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15 days ago

Romanticising my life because apparently that’s cheaper than therapy. 🌧️🤍

there’s just something about bad weather that makes me feel strangely — the grey skies, the cold air, rain touching my skin, wet hair sticking to my face, music playing a little too loud in my ears while the whole world suddenly feels softer and slower. I love days when the sky looks miserable but somehow i feel lighter. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s just me finding another excuse to disappear into my own little universe. Hair doing whatever the hell it wants, no plans, no expectations, just me pretending i’m the main character in a dreamy little film nobody knows exists. Maybe i am. maybe i’m just bored. Either way, let me have my moment. Let me romanticise the storm, get lost in a song, stare at the sky for too long and feel everything a little more deeply than i probably should. I think i’ve always secretly loved it when it doesn’t. ☁️🎧🩶 by @shreya.postshere_

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18 days ago

I still haven’t moved on from this place.
There was something almost unreal about standing inside Victoria Memorial — surrounded by endless marble, towering arches, painted ceilings, ancient murals, carved details and that impossibly beautiful dome holding all that history above me. The light coming through the windows, the softness of the old walls, the paintings quietly telling stories from another century… everything felt like I had accidentally stepped into a dream that had been waiting for me for hundreds of years.

I kept looking up, then around, then up again — because somehow one glance was never enough. Every corner had another detail, another painting, another piece of history demanding to be noticed. It wasn’t just beautiful; it was overwhelmingly, almost painfully beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you go completely silent because words suddenly feel too small.

And even after leaving, I don’t think I really left. A part of me is still standing beneath that enormous dome, looking at the light falling across the marble and thinking, how can a place be this beautiful?

Some places you visit. Some places stay inside you.
Victoria Memorial is definitely the latter. 🤍🎶
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#kolkata #victoriamemorial #kolkatadiaries #fypage #explorepage taken in Victoria Memorial, Kolkata by @shreya.postshere_

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a month ago

🌸I am made of love🌸

I think there will always be a softness in me that the world cannot take away. I will always be the woman who falls in love with little things—the way sunlight touches a quiet morning, the sound of a song that feels like a memory, flowers tucked behind my hair, long drives, handwritten words, pretty dresses, winter evenings, sunsets, cities I have never seen, and the people who make my heart feel at home. I want to move through this life with my heart open, my soul tender, and my eyes always searching for something beautiful. I don’t want to become too hard to feel, too guarded to love, or too busy to notice the magic around me. There is something deeply feminine about choosing softness anyway, about carrying love within you even when life gives you every reason not to. Maybe that is my aura—warm, romantic, a little dreamy, endlessly passionate, and hopelessly in love with being alive….. 🕊️✨

Perhaps all of this only exists in my imaginary world, because in the real world, a love like this feels almost impossible. I hate what this generation did to this kind of love. 🌷🥀 by @shreya.postshere_

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a month ago

मेरे हाथों में बंदूक थी, और हृदय में गुलाब… 🥀

मैं एक ऐसी स्त्री हूँ, जो कठोर बनना चाहती है, मगर मेरी आत्मा ने कभी मुझे वैसा बनने ही नहीं दिया। मेरे मन में हर दिन एक जंग छिड़ी रहती है —उन लोगों से नहीं, जिन्होंने मुझे तोड़ा, बल्कि उन यादों से, जिन्हें चाहकर भी मैं अपने भीतर से निकाल नहीं पाई। मैं कठोर होना चाहती थी… सचमुच बहुत कठोर। मगर मेरा मन, मेरा मस्तिष्क और मेरा शरीर—सब इतने कोमल थे कि कठोरता मुझ पर टिकती ही नहीं कभी।
दुनिया ने जितनी बार मुझे पत्थर बनाना चाहा, मेरे भीतर कहीं कोई न कोई फूल फिर खिल उठा।
मेरे हाथ हथियार थाम सकते थे, मेरी आँखें क्रोध से भर सकती थीं, मैं युद्ध के बीच खड़ी रह सकती थी—लेकिन मेरे भीतर अब भी एक छोटा-सा उद्यान साँस लेता है, जहाँ अधूरे प्रेम, पुरानी स्मृतियाँ और मेरी मासूमियत चुपचाप जीवित हैं। शायद मेरी सबसे बड़ी विडंबना यही है —मैं लड़ना चाहती थी, मगर नफ़रत नहीं कर पाती; मैं टूटना बंद करना चाहती थी, मगर महसूस करना बंद नहीं कर पाती। मैं कठोर होना चाहती थी… लेकिन मेरे भीतर की स्त्री, मेरे भीतर का मन, बार-बार मुझे याद दिलाता रहा कि मैं पत्थर बनने के लिए कभी बनी ही। 🕊️💔
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#fyp #explorer by @shreya.postshere_

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a month ago

मुझे जीने से कोई दिक्कत नहीं,
पर दूसरों के हिसाब से जीना पड़ेगा
इससे बहुत दिक्कत है ।
मुझे शादी से कोई दिक्कत नहीं,
पर करनी ही पड़ेगी
इससे बहुत दिक्कत है ।
मुझे किसीसे कोई दिक्कत नहीं,
पर कोई आ कर मुझे अपने इशारों पर
नाचने की कोशिश करे, तो इससे बहुत दिक्कत है ।

🌸 मैं जीऊँगी अपनी मर्ज़ी से और नाचूँगी भी अपनी मर्ज़ी से ।🌸
या तो फिर दे दो सोने का महल, एक शर्त पर की अब ग़ुलामी करनी पड़ेगी तो माफ़ कीजिएगा, मैं ठुकरा दूँगी अपनी मर्ज़ी से । 🕊️ by @shreya.postshere_

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a month ago

Once you start
drinking @dietcoke there’s no going back.. 🤍
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#fyp #explorepage #dietcoke #grammar by @shreya.postshere_

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a month ago

Somewhere between daylight and dusk,
she became a ghost in her own love story.

She sits by the window, wrapped in white,
like a forgotten bride from a dream no one remembers anymore.

The curtains breathe with the wind.
The light spills across the floor like liquid gold.
And she waits.

Not for someone specific.

Just… for love.

For the kind that arrives quietly,
like sunlight slipping through an open window.
The kind that looks at her
as if she were the only beautiful thing
the universe ever created.

She has spent years collecting tenderness
for a person she has never met.

Storing kisses in her daydreams.
Writing letters in her head.
Saving pieces of her heart
for hands that have never held it.

Sometimes, late at night,
she imagines another lonely soul
looking at the same moon.

Wondering about her.

Longing for her.

Praying for her.

But morning always arrives alone.

And still—

she waters the flowers.

Still she leaves space beside her.

Still she turns toward every sunset
as if love might be hiding inside the colors.

Because hope is a strange thing.

Even after breaking a thousand times,
it still wears a white dress,
still sits by the window,
still believes someone is on their way.

And if you looked closely enough,
you’d realize she isn’t holding that flower.

She’s holding the last little piece of faith she has left—

that somewhere in this endless, aching world,

there exists a heart

that is searching for hers

with the exact same desperation. 🌙🤍✨🥀

“She was born with oceans of love inside her,
and nowhere to pour them.” ✨
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#desperateforlove #moonchild #fyp #explorepage #silentlonging by @shreya.postshere_

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4 months ago