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

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. ⬇️

I FOUND FOUR BOXER PUPPIES ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD—AND ONE OF THEM HAD A COLLAR THAT CHANGED EVERYTHINGI wasn’t planning...
13/04/2025

I FOUND FOUR BOXER PUPPIES ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD—AND ONE OF THEM HAD A COLLAR THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
I wasn’t planning to stop. It was already a rough morning, and I was late to meet a client. But there they were—four little boxer pups huddled next to a ditch on County Road 12, shaking like leaves and covered in mud.
I pulled over without thinking. No mom in sight. No house nearby. Just them and an empty box half-collapsed in the grass.
I used an old hoodie to scoop them up and called in late. Took them straight home, gave them a quick bath in the laundry sink, and let them nap on a pile of towels. I figured I’d post about them in the local lost pets group, maybe get them scanned for chips.
That’s when I noticed the yellow collar on one of them. It was grimy and worn, but there was a little tag tucked behind the clasp—handwritten. Not a name, not a phone number. Just two words: "Not Yours."
I don’t know why, but that gave me chills.
I showed my buddy Tate, who's a vet tech, and he got real quiet when he saw the tag. Told me he’d seen something like it before, but wouldn’t say where.
I pressed him, and after a long pause, he finally said, “These pups might not be as lost as you think. You should be careful who you tell.”
That’s when I realized—this wasn’t just about finding homes for a few puppies.
(continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

MY GRANDDAD ALWAYS FORBADE ME FROM TOUCHING HIS MATTRESS – AFTER HIS DEATH, I FINALLY LOOKED INSIDE.My grandfather passe...
05/04/2025

MY GRANDDAD ALWAYS FORBADE ME FROM TOUCHING HIS MATTRESS – AFTER HIS DEATH, I FINALLY LOOKED INSIDE.
My grandfather passed away, and all he left me in his will was an old house. Now that he was gone, it was all I had of him. I missed the days when he was here...
This house held so many memories. After my parents died in a car accident when I was just four, Grandpa became my everything — my father, mother, and best friend. He understood me like no one else, and I loved every moment we spent together.
As I wandered through the house, lost in childhood memories, something clicked. "Grandpa's mattress!" I had always wondered why he never let anyone touch it. What had he been hiding?
Curiosity got the better of me, so I lifted the mattress. To my surprise, there was an old envelope tucked underneath. My heart raced as I opened it, revealing a diary, a few photographs, and some old newspaper clippings.
I flipped open the diary, and as I read the first few lines, my heart sank. "Oh my God!"👇

AT THE READING OF MY HUSBAND'S WILL, I FOUND OUT HE LEFT ME AND OUR THREE KIDS WITH NOTHING — THAT WASN'T THE WORST PART...
05/04/2025

AT THE READING OF MY HUSBAND'S WILL, I FOUND OUT HE LEFT ME AND OUR THREE KIDS WITH NOTHING — THAT WASN'T THE WORST PART
When my husband passed, I was broken. He was my whole world, and suddenly I was alone with three little kids. I held it together for them. When the lawyer called about the will reading, I expected it to be simple. We didn't have much, but whatever he left… I assumed it was for us.
I sat down in that office holding my breath. Then the lawyer began:
"His house, car and bank accounts... ALL goes to Jennifer Green."
At first, I smiled, but the words properly hit me — "Wait, who is THAT?!"
It felt like some kind of cruel joke. But the lawyer continued, "It's no mistake. Listen..."
That's when my world shifted.👇

The effects kicked in immediately 😳
02/04/2025

The effects kicked in immediately 😳

"Beautiful before and during and after" ...... Photos Are in 1st Comment 👇👇👇👇
02/04/2025

"Beautiful before and during and after" ...... Photos Are in 1st Comment 👇👇👇👇

Martiпa McBride Slams Beyoпcé: ‘Coυпtry Mυsic Doesп’t Need a Clowп iп a Cowboy Hat! comments 👇
02/04/2025

Martiпa McBride Slams Beyoпcé: ‘Coυпtry Mυsic Doesп’t Need a Clowп iп a Cowboy Hat! comments 👇

You might notice them in some unexpected areas. Continue Reading in below comment 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇
01/04/2025

You might notice them in some unexpected areas. Continue Reading in below comment 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP.Jake an...
01/04/2025

MY FRIEND & I BET ON WHICH OF US WOULD LIVE LONGER — YEARS LATER, HE INVITED ME TO A REUNION BUT NEVER SHOWED UP.
Jake and I had been friends since we were in diapers — practically brothers. We turned everything into a competition. Who could run faster? Eat more pizza? Get the best grades? It wasn't just a game — it made us better.
When we were 16, we had one of those late-night talks you never forget. Out of nowhere, Jake smirked and said, "Let's bet on who lives longer."
I laughed. "Don't you dare lose."
But by the end of that year, our friendship was over. When I started dating Laura, Jake called me a traitor. He didn't just stop talking to me — he left town. Just like that, it was over.
Years passed. I married Laura, we had a daughter, and life moved on. Then, one day, I found a letter in the mail. From Jake.
He wanted to meet.
I was thrilled. I thought we'd finally fix things.
But when I got to the bar, Jake wasn't there.
I waited. Nothing.
Then a waitress approached. “Are you Paul?” I nodded.
She gestured toward the back. "Follow me."
Confused, I did. She set a folded note and a pint of beer in front of me. "He asked me to give this to you."
My stomach dropped. "Where is he?"
She hesitated. "Just read it."........ Continue Reading in below comment 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

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