Art Street Carnival

Art Street Carnival All Hail the Artists of Bhopal! The city of Bhopal presents to you a first-of-its-kind multifaceted art exhibition called the 'Art Street Carnival'

INVITATION TO ALL! EXPRESSIONS is organizing an ART STREET CARNIVAL in association with ARCHISTS: Creative Directors. Powered by RUN BHOPAL RUN.

“Art is not what you see but what you make others see.” - Edgar Degas, Painter

Echoing the words of Degas, the city of Bhopal presents to you a first-of-its-kind multifaceted art exhibition called the 'Art Street Carnival'. Artists from diverse fields s

uch as visual art(paintings), written art(poetry), crafts and music are cordially invited to showcase their work to a wide audience. In addition to displaying their work, the artists can promote and sell their work to an interested audience

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REVENGE on boss…

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What did the POPULAR kid at your SCHOOL do to go from COOL to an absolute OUTCAST 😎🤡

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People are now paying attention to this tiny detail in Pope Francis's last public appearance yesterday on Easter Sunday....
22/04/2025

People are now paying attention to this tiny detail in Pope Francis's last public appearance yesterday on Easter Sunday.... check comments👇

HE FED HIS DOGS BEFORE HIMSELF—BUT WHAT WAS IN HIS BAG TOLD A DIFFERENT STORYI passed him every morning near the metro s...
22/04/2025

HE FED HIS DOGS BEFORE HIMSELF—BUT WHAT WAS IN HIS BAG TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY
I passed him every morning near the metro station—same tree, same tattered blanket, same two dogs curled like puzzle pieces in his lap.
He never asked for anything. Just sat there, quietly, stroking their ears while the city rushed past.
Today, though, I slowed down.
I don’t know why. Maybe it was the way one of the dogs looked up at me—half-asleep, tail thumping once. Or maybe it was the way the man cradled the food container, gently tilting it toward them like it was fine china.
I offered him a coffee.
He shook his head. “They eat first,” he said. “Always.”
I crouched down to pet the smaller one, and that’s when I noticed the bag.
Black, heavy, worn at the edges—but zipped tight. Like something important was inside. I made a joke—“Got gold in there?”
He smiled, kind but tired. “Just memories.”
Then, after a pause, he unzipped it halfway.
Inside was a thick folder. Neatly stacked papers, a faded envelope, and a photograph.
Two kids.
And a woman I recognized—but couldn’t place.
I looked up, confused.
He tapped the photo, then nodded toward the dogs.
“She sent them,” he said. “After.”
“After what?” I asked.
But he didn’t answer.
Just reached into the folder and pulled out a document with an official seal—one I’d seen before, years ago when I signed my own.
And right there at the bottom, in looping script, was my ⬇️
(continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

THE DOG THEY WANTED US TO PUT DOWN IS THE ONLY REASON MY DAUGHTER SLEEPS THROUGH THE NIGHTWe rescued Tank six months aft...
22/04/2025

THE DOG THEY WANTED US TO PUT DOWN IS THE ONLY REASON MY DAUGHTER SLEEPS THROUGH THE NIGHT
We rescued Tank six months after the divorce. He’d been labeled “unadoptable” at the shelter—too big, too strong, “intimidating presence.” But I saw the way he flinched when someone raised their voice. The way he sat down, gently, when my daughter, Leila, peeked at him through the kennel door.
He didn’t bark. He just waited.
I brought him home against everyone’s advice.
Leila was five and hadn’t slept through the night since her dad left. The nightmares, the bedwetting, the 3 a.m. sobbing fits—it broke me. Therapists tried. I tried. Nothing stuck.
Then one night, she crawled onto the couch where Tank had passed out, legs flopped over the cushions like a tired old bear. She tucked herself next to him and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got nightmares too.”
He didn’t move.
But she stayed there the whole night.
After that, she called him her “dream bouncer.” Said when Tank was near, the bad dreams couldn’t get in.
It was working. Until someone in the building complained.
Said there was a dangerous dog in the complex. That her child was “terrified.” Management came by with a clipboard and a thinly veiled threat: Remove the animal or face consequences.
I looked at Tank—curled up with Leila, her fingers resting on his ear—and knew what I had to do.
But I also knew I wasn’t going down quietly.⬇️
(read the continuation in the first cᴑmment)

MY HUSBAND LEFT ME AFTER CAUSING MY DISABILITY – THREE YEARS LATER, HE RETURNED ON HIS KNEES BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESSThat...
13/04/2025

MY HUSBAND LEFT ME AFTER CAUSING MY DISABILITY – THREE YEARS LATER, HE RETURNED ON HIS KNEES BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS
That day, my 15-year-old son and I found out the truth—my husband had a mistress. I discovered it by accident. At first, he tried to lie, to cover it up, to make excuses. But then? I found the photo on his phone. Him. Kissing another woman. There was no talking his way out of that.
And that's when it happened. Standing at the top of our staircase, my body just… gave out. The shock, the betrayal—everything went black. Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed. The doctor looked at me with pity and said, "I'm sorry, but you may never walk again."
And my husband?
He left.
He didn't just leave—he walked out on me AND our son. For her. For his mistress. He didn't even try to hide it. He left like some dramatic movie villain, throwing out lines like, "Don't call me again."
I thought my life was over. That I'd never be able to raise my son, that I’d end up struggling just to survive. But guess what?
Three years later, my ex-husband came crawling back. ⬇️

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