Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri

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[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 Liger.....ka blast 💥💥💥

[Ravi Teja @RaviTeja_offl]

Ippudu balance ayindhi…. Modhaledadhaaama…!

#THULABHARAM…
▶️ https://t.co/XULskpeXHL

Thondarloo Malli theatres lo Kaluddaam :)

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

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[నీలి దంతం @NeeliDhantham]

శేఖర్ కమ్ముల ట్రెండింగ్లో ఉన్నాడు కాబట్టి, ఆయన వేటూరి మీద రాసిన వ్యాసంలోని కొన్ని పంక్తులు.

పూర్తి వ్యాసం: https://t.co/XxfpBlfn5S

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

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[SaiVk @RamRagnarok17]

Ee rojullo 4th class pilala dagara kuda phone untundi nen 4th cls lo unapudu 5th cls ki velte pen tho rayachu pant eskovachu vitiki excitement tho full happy ga undevadni

[SaiVk @RamRagnarok17]

Ee rojullo 4th class pilala dagara kuda phone untundi nen 4th cls lo unapudu 5th cls ki velte pen tho rayachu pant eskovachu vitiki excitement tho full happy ga undevadni

[sani cottrill @sanivaaramm]

vidya (raja raja chora)

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

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#dragon
#HappyBirthdayNTR

[Aakashavaani @TheAakashavaani]

And then, THE DEVIL WAS BORN!!! 🔥

[Raghuram @Raghuram_2002]

#Ranakumbha X #BhallalaDeva
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#Baahubali
@RanaDaggubati
#HappyBirthdayRanaDaggubati

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 @icecreammylyf Satyadev fan ante kindom ye

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 Chota Liger mass 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 Hero. .....🤍🤍🤍

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 Kanukko mawa.....🥰🤗

[Taraq(Tarak Ram) @tarakviews]

ఒపీనియన్ మారిపోయింది..
This time BULLET won't miss the target...🎯
#Biker #BULLETSUNIL
@ActorRajasekhar

[RedPool @RedPoolhuyarr]

Students these days kissing when class is empty.

I used to exchange my desk with good one when no one was in the class....!

[M9 NEWS @M9News_]

మెగా డాన్స్ పూనకాలు…

#ManaShankaraVaraPrasadGaru

[Geetha vijaya™ 😍✌️ @geetha_happy2]

సినిమా మొత్తం సనాతన గురించి
మన దేశం గురించి
మన దేవుళ్ల గురించి

బాగా తీసాడు బోయపాటి
చాలా కష్టపడ్డాడు బాలయ్య
తమన్ music చాలా బాగుంది

100% ఆ trance లో ఉంటారు 👏👏

#Akhanda2 #GodOfMassesNBK

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

@Raghuram_2002 You may be Dev Anand to some, but you will always be a liger at heart.

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

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[Vennela Kishore Reddy @Kishoreddyk]

ఆంధ్ర కింగ్ తాలూకా సినిమా చూసాక నాకు గుర్తొచ్చిన సంఘటన.

2021 జనవరి, ఫిబ్రవరి నెలలో ఉమ్మడి ఈస్ట్ గోదావరి జిల్లా ప్రస్తుత (అరకు జిల్లా) రంపచోడవరం మరుడిమిల్లిలో హీరో ఆలు అర్జున్ హీరో గా సుకుమార్ దర్శకత్వంలో వచ్చిన పుష్ప సినిమా షూటింగ్ సమయంలో.

ఒక చిరంజీవి గారి అభిమాని ఒక చిన్న హోటల్ నడుపుతున్న పరిస్థితి. హోటల్ మొత్తం చిరంజీవి ఫోటోస్, అతని ఆర్ధిక పరిస్థితి అస్సలు బాగోలేని పరిస్థితి కారణం కోవిడ్ లో వ్యాపారం దెబ్బ తిన్న పరిస్థితి. షూటింగ్ సమయంలో దారిలో వెళ్తున్నప్పుడు హీరో అల్లు అర్జున్ గారు ఒకరోజు చిన్న హోటల్ కు వెళ్లాడు. అక్కడ అతని పరిస్థితి తెలుసుకొని కొంత ఆర్ధిక సహాయం చేశాడు.

తరువత అల్లు అర్జున్ ఒక ఉపాయం చేసి తన యూనిట్ సభ్యులకు వంట క్యాంటీన్ సామగ్రి, స్టోరేజ్ కోసం అతని హోటల్ ని వాడుదాం అందుకు డబ్బులు ఇద్దాం అని నిర్ణయించుకున్నాడు. అలా ఆ హోటల్ 3 నెలల వ్యాపారం కాస్త అక్కడికి సినిమా షూటింగ్ వచ్చిన పలు సినిమాల షూటింగ్స్ అన్నీ ఇతని హోటల్ ద్వారానే కాట్రిన్ పనులు సాగాయి. వ్యాపారం బాగా జరుగుతుంది.

ఎంతైనా అగ్ర నిర్మాత కొడుకు కదా ఆ వ్యాపార తెలివితేటలు ఎక్కడికి పోతాయి. అల్లు అర్జున్ చేసిన సహాయం ఒక కుటుంబాన్ని ఆ చుట్టుపక్కల వ్యాపార భాగ్యస్వామ్యం వైపు నడిపించింది.

చిరంజీవి అభిమాని అనే కాదు యే హీరో అభిమాని అయినా చేసేవాడు నా ప్రగాఢ నమ్మకం.

[Harsha Vardhan Rangumudri @harsha_74]

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[Mohini Maheshwari @mohinimaheshwa]

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her daughter was gone.

Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”

In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.

Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.

Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.

The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”

They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.

When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.

She ran.

Not away — toward them.

Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.

Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.

The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.

And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.

Six months of darkness ended in one hug.

Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.

Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.

Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.