Baskadia

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My Love (first series)

Love is what matters at such a time like this. Proudly a student of Picasso. Work Still in Progress

This is my first sketch

I hope you like it

i love my country

My hand work,how did you feel it

I really love my bog very much🥰🥰

#my dream girl

In my imagination i have a dream girl i thought draw the photo

My Hidden King (salute to all the Father)

Story of a great father who died in Cancer. A retired police officer who refuse further promotion because he's afraid to be assigned away from his family. Decided to retire early but hit by sickness. He didn't enjoy much of his retirement period. His plan to retire early just to be with his family was suddenly taken away from him. A model, a hero, a mentor, a king... Snappy salute to all the fathers...

My mother is my world

My life my mom

This picture is my love 🤍🤍

My love for you is a source of joy.

Oh sweet one, what can l do without you? You followed me everywhere l go.you tears all my papers and almost finish the food in the fridge.you make me crazy at times but my love for you is higher than the sky.you make me feel human by your side and everything l do , l do it for you.you are my best friend and you know that.thanks for everything you brought into my life.l will never forget the first day we met,you were under the rain and l was passing by.you changed my universe.and since then, l can't do without you.sunset,sunrise,rainy season l am stuck with you till the death.only blind people can see my love through and for you.peace maker in those homes in war everyday.you got that capacity to put humans together.never change your nature, be safe and happy in what ever your are doing.may God protect you and your generations ahead.

My son ,my moon and my star

Mother

My handsome look

My phone 🤳

My mom is great mom

My lost love

To love is sweet, to be loved is sweeter but the sweetest of all is to fall in love with the right person. I always remember her whenever I see those beautiful gifts she bought for me those days when she used to call me her soulmate. I do remember her whenever I see rose flowers that I used to buy for her during valentine. She was as beautiful as a rose and her charming smile could always ensure me a bright future ahead. I do miss her whenever I see those romantic photos that we took when love was the most precious thing for both of us. I used to call her my queen and she could call me her king until I could feel as if the only people that exists in the world is I and her. I cry bitterly whenever I remember her sweet promises. She promised to love me till death and to live with me for her entire life but today she is nowhere to be found. She disappeared like a ghost in the darkness. I miss her presence, her love and I wish she would come back in my life.

My hobby

Har har mahadev

My hobby

Hart broken

She leaves me

Stop war

A sleeping volcano would erupt. The path of justice and peace will shine with it. All injustice and injustice and war will be destroyed. We want a world of peace