Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
Lines (Borders) These lines that divide a home into rooms a city into homes a district into cities a country into districts and the world into countries— Whose lines are these? Yours, or of those who live beyond them? These lines that separate temples from mosques Gurudwaras from churches Hindi from Muslim Sikh from Christian— Whose lines are these? Of the one who wears green bangles? Or the one who wraps a green shroud? On these lines, there’s dust settled, entangled pebbles, blood-stained soil— From the softness of that very blood grows grass and the piece of sky it reaches for— To which nation does that belong? These lines that divide earth from rivers mountains from land clouds from mountains sky from clouds air from sky and then the sea from that very air— Whose lines are these? Of that land, whose soil, when caressed by the river, blooms flowers from their sacred union? Or of those clouds, that raise the flower into a plant then a tree nurturing it with their very soul? Or of that sky that never demands rent from the clouds for sheltering them its whole life? Think— Someone once connected every grain to draw these lines then broke every line into pieces and pieced those pieces into this world. So who gave you the right to break this world back into fragments with those very lines? But anyway— Think. Think. Even if you divide these lines a thousand times, one line will always remain— invisible to the naked eye yet screaming, crying, wailing: If anything is truly free, it is that line. And if anything is trapped within it— it is you.
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
A heart-to-heart conversation with your mother can solve everything!❤ Un-gaping, laughter and everything in between @nayab.midha and her super cute companion, her mother @babita.midha ❤️ Watch Vi presents ‘Be A Parent Yaar’ by Yuvaa, only on our YouTube channel 🥳 You can listen, and share this with your family & friends… kyunki baat karne se hi baat banegi! #BeAParentYaar #PositiveParenting #BeSomeonesWe [Nayab Midha, how do you deal with problems, sleeping is the best solution, Vi, Be someone’s we, Amandeep Khayal, Nayab and her mom, go to person, love, friendship, empathy]
