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Vibuthi
Vibuthi, also known as vibhuti or sacred ash, holds deep significance in Hinduism and other spiritual traditions. deduced from Sanskrit," vi" means" outstanding" and" bhuti" means" actuality" or" incarnation," Vibuthi symbolizes the godly incarnation of God's presence in the material world.
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I stand waiting, watching the glowing numbers count down, anticipating the sharp dinging sound of the old microwave. It shall soon alert me that frozen meatballs, mashed potatoes and carrots have been heated through, now ready for consumption.
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M.A chidambaram stadium
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