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Janneta K. Bohlander is a licensed marriage and family therapist. For over twenty years, she has worked with individuals, couples, and families. Her specialty is working with children and adults dealing with generalized anxiety, depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), school and social anxiety, panic attacks, and emetophobia. In addition, her work includes helping children and adults with attention and learning difficulties, such as Non-Verbal Learning Disabilities (NLD) and Asperger’s syndrome.

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Janneta Florist: Menghadirkan Keindahan Bunga dengan Sentuhan Elegan

Di dunia bunga, terdapat nama yang begitu dikenal di kalangan pecinta keindahan alam dan seni floral, yaitu Janneta Florist. Sebagai pionir dalam industri bunga, Janneta Florist bukan hanya sekedar toko bunga biasa; mereka adalah penjaga keharuman dan kecantikan yang mengubah setiap momen menjadi pengalaman yang tak terlupakan.

Kreativitas yang Mengagumkan

Salah satu daya tarik utama dari Janneta Florist adalah kreativitas yang luar biasa dalam merancang aransemen bunga. Setiap buket atau rangkaian bunga dari Janneta Florist tidak hanya sekadar kumpulan bunga, melainkan karya seni hidup yang mencerminkan keindahan alam dengan sentuhan elegan. Ahli tata bunga di sini dengan cermat memilih bunga-bunga terbaik dan menggabungkannya dengan indah, menciptakan komposisi yang memikat hati.

Koleksi Bunga yang Luar Biasa

Janneta Florist menawarkan koleksi bunga yang luas dan mengagumkan. Dari bunga-bunga klasik seperti mawar dan lily hingga jenis bunga eksotis yang langka, toko ini memiliki sesuatu untuk setiap selera. Koleksi bunga segar yang selalu diperbarui memberikan pelanggan banyak pilihan untuk setiap kesempatan, mulai dari pernikahan hingga ucapan selamat.

Pelayanan Pelanggan yang Ramah dan Profesional

Pentingnya pelayanan pelanggan menjadi filosofi utama Janneta Florist. Tim yang ramah dan berpengalaman siap membantu pelanggan dalam memilih bunga yang sesuai dengan suasana hati atau tema acara. Mereka tidak hanya menjual bunga, tetapi juga menciptakan pengalaman berbelanja yang menyenangkan dan memuaskan.

Pesanan Khusus dan Pengiriman Tepat Waktu

Janneta Florist memahami bahwa setiap momen istimewa membutuhkan sentuhan yang unik. Oleh karena itu, mereka menyediakan layanan pesanan khusus yang memungkinkan pelanggan untuk menciptakan aransemen bunga yang sepenuhnya sesuai dengan keinginan mereka. Selain itu, layanan pengiriman Janneta Florist diakui karena ketepatannya. Pengiriman tepat waktu dan aman menjadi jaminan bahwa setiap bunga tiba dengan segar dan memukau.

Misi: Membawa Kebahagiaan melalui Keindahan Bunga

Lebih dari sekadar bisnis, Janneta Florist memiliki misi untuk membawa kebahagiaan melalui keindahan bunga. Mereka percaya bahwa bunga tidak hanya sebagai hiasan visual, tetapi juga sebagai medium yang dapat menghadirkan kegembiraan dan kehangatan di setiap kesempatan.

Dengan reputasi yang kokoh, kreativitas yang tak terbendung, dan pelayanan pelanggan yang luar biasa, Janneta Florist terus menjadi destinasi utama bagi mereka yang menghargai keindahan alam dalam bentuk yang paling indah: bunga-bunga yang dipilih dengan cinta dan disusun dengan keahlian.

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10. Too Many Hospital Rooms

note: non graphic discussions of major surgery and illness, including pregnancy-related medical issues

When Slava was a little boy begging to be let into hockey school, his father took him to one of the neighboring apartment blocks. That was where he first met the twenty year old Valeri Kharlamov. When Slava said he wanted to be a hockey player too, Valeri had told him he hoped they’d be lucky enough to play together some day.

When Alexei first arrived in Moscow and was living out of the dorms, Valeri found him one night and announced that he was coming home with Valeri for dinner. He slept on Valeri’s couch, and when he started to feel like he was taking too much of Valeri’s generosity and insisted on leaving, Valeri called the defenseman Gennadi Tsygankov, who made Alexei sleep on his couch instead, the two of them trading weeks of rookie custody.

But more than any of the other young players, Vladimir Krutov had a unique relationship with their hero Kharlamov. He was convinced he was the one who had killed him.

While Slava and Lada were still always waiting for the divorce, Vladimir had married his girlfriend Nina.

Like Janneta and Alexei, she was a few years older than he was; she worked as a teacher in the same daycare where Vladimir’s mother was a cook, and was raising her son Denis from her first marriage alone. In the summer of 1979 Vladimir had come to help out with the children’s summer activities, and accidentally beaned Nina with a ball. He was, unfortunately, as strong as the tanks he was nicknamed for.

Her first thought about him was, “What a bastard!” Much later, Vladimir would defend himself saying he’d been distracted looking at her.

When Vladimir lingered after the activities and invited her out to a movie, she thought he couldn’t be for real; when he came back from the Olympics two months later with a makeup palette in a beautiful box for her and a precious toy water gun for her son, she knew he was.

“I didn't ask for anything,” she said. “And this water pistol touched me so much that I remembered it for the rest of my life.”

Most of their courtship had to happen over the phone: out of the whole lot, Vladimir might secretly have been the smartest, because he beat the dreaded line by sneaking out at nap time every day and wait for her to call from a Moscow pay phone during her own lunch break.

One night he called her from the restaurant of the Sovetskaya Hotel, where he and his friends would go for dinner if Tikhonov granted them a night off after a win, letting her know he might be home late if Slava and Alexei wanted to keep going. She didn’t feel like waiting, so she headed to the hotel to see him. As soon as she arrived Vladimir jumped to his feet. Slava and Alexei look at each other and said in unison, “We’ve lost him!”, laughing. They would always tease Vladimir for obediently doing whatever Nina said. The two of them “stood for each other”, Nina felt, “like a mountain.”

When she went to watch her first-ever hockey game, there was another cause for laughter: Vladimir waved at her in the stands and the rest of the team hooted and hollered to realize that she looked very, very similar to their assistant coach Moiseyev, the one who had advocated for Kasatonov. They even had the same fluffy blond ‘80s bob. The two of them ran through all their family history to be sure they really weren’t related, but started calling each other brother and sister anyway.

The team took her in like family. The only person who never acknowledged her was Coach Tikhonov, who always walked past the wives and girlfriends with his head down. In 1980 she had been sick in the hospital. Vladimir wasn’t allowed in to see her, so he went to Valeri Kharlamov for help. Valeri took him to buy two bouquets of flowers, and the two of them stood under her hospital window calling her name and singing songs for her.

One day the three of them went to Prospekt Mira, the famous Moscow station that blooms with marble flowers to match the botanical gardens nearby. Valeri had a camcorder, but instead of taking pictures of the scenery, Nina realized he was filming the two of them. When she told him not to bother—probably commenting, as she often does, that she was hardly a model—he smiled and told her no way. “I look at Krut and I remember myself in my youth,” he said.

When the national team returned from the 1980 Olympics, though, it was Vladimir in the hospital. He and Slava had both caught measles while in Lake Placid, and had to be quarantined together for a little while. This time Nina came to call up to them through their hospital window to cheer them up.

Still, she worried about what Vladimir’s biological family thought. She told him many times, “Volodya, that's it, we’re going to break up, we can’t be together anymore. I have a child, you have your own life….”

He told her simply, "Your child is my child.”

But when he announced he wanted to marry Nina, his mother told him to take the clothes he could carry and get out of the apartment. He went to live with Nina, Denis, and Nina’s parents.

In the summer of 1981, they learned she was pregnant. Before CSKA left to play for the European Champion’s Cup in Italy, Vladimir told Nina he would be praying for a baby girl.

By all accounts, Valeri played well. But Vladimir took a hit and got a concussion.

(It likely wasn’t his first, or last—he was knocked unconscious at least once in juniors, and in the Canada Cup. After the 1980 Olympics other teams saw him as the Soviet scoring threat to go after, and they did. By the end of his career he would have more than 40 scars. Once, he would skate back to the bench after a clash and tried to take a sip from a waterbottle to rinse the blood out of his mouth. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t feel the water running down his throat, until he realized it was pouring right out through a slash in his cheek. He came home with a broken cheekbone, broken nose, and sutures in his cheek and lips. Nina opened the door, and promptly fainted. The team teased them about that, too, and when she recovered Nina would fondly tell him, "Vova, if I didn’t know you, I would never get in an elevator with you.”)

The same day Vladimir was injured, Nina felt sharp abdominal pain and had to call an ambulance. In the hospital she underwent an urgent surgery for what turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy.

This time Valeri’s wife Irina came to be with her in the hospital. Even after winning the Champion’s Cup, CSKA’s best players were sent on to Canada for the exhibition games before the Canada Cup. Vladimir expected to be sent home, but he could walk straight after a week, so he was considered cured of the concussion. He wanted to go home to Nina, but it was him, not Valeri, who was named the national team’s top line winger.

When Nina was discharged home, Irina called her again. Nina told her she was still sick and mourning. Since Valeri was off the national team and driving home, Irina said, Nina should come out to the Kharlamovs’ dacha for a girls’ weekend. Nina agreed and told her mother she’d be away for a few days. On the morning of August 27th, she dropped Denis off at the daycare and got ready to drive out, but her mother called the daycare.

“Nin, come home quickly,” her mother said.

“Mom, I told you, I’m going to Ira’s, we’re going to have a girls’ weekend,” Nina said, but her mother only told her, “I need you to come home.” When she got back to their apartment, her mother was smoking a cigarette out the window and clutching the phone. She thrust it out and told Nina to call Olga Tsygankova, Gennadi’s wife. Olga told Nina that Ira and Valeri were already dead.

The phone rang again after that. It was from Canada. Vladimir, checking on her. Nina couldn’t think how to tell him, so she made small talk about the tournament for a couple minutes.

“Nin, I know about Valera,” he said quietly. Nina couldn’t keep from crying.

In Canada, Alexei was afraid his friend was having a nervous breakdown. The whole team took Valeri’s loss hard, but he thought Vladimir was the lowest. After all, Vladimir argued, if he hadn’t gotten better so quickly, it would have been him driving home, like he’d been praying for, and Valeri on the plane. His friends and Nina always told him that wasn’t true.

But they did win the Canada Cup for Valeri, and when they got home Vladimir and Igor Larionov went to Nina’s apartment, this time, to sing for her.

When the five went to Finland for the World Championships in April of 1982, Vladimir went to the shops in downtown Helsinki, and bought a wedding dress. There was no way to re-fit or return it, but he knew her size perfectly. In May, they were married, with Vladimir’s friends and Olga Tsygankova standing as their bridal party.

When Alexei met Janneta that summer, she and Nina would become best friends. Nina stood for them in their wedding, and Vladimir sang. When Janneta was pregnant in ’83, Nina told her to see the same obstetrician she had. A few weeks before Janneta and Alexei’s son Leo was born, Nina and Vladimir learned Nina was pregnant again. The Kasatonovs gave the Krutovs Janneta’s maternity clothes.

But the measles that Vladimir had caught in 1980 had done deeper damage. Measles can work its way into the liver, spleen, and pancreas. It causes swelling, damage, and, since these are organs with lots of fine blood vessels, can put you at risk for internal bleeding.

In the summer of 1983, he began to show the first signs of hepatitis. He developed jaundice, yellowish discoloration of the skin caused by the buildup of byproducts that the liver would normally break down. There was damage to his spleen, too, which had to be removed so it wouldn’t bleed out, though that also would have made him immunocompromised for future infections.

Publicly, the reason that the hockey federation gave for his absence from training was called cirrhosis. Cirrhosis is a late stage of a variety of different liver diseases, when significant amounts of liver tissue have been damaged replaced by scar tissue from repeated injuries. The kind of cirrhosis you—and most of Soviet Russia—have probably heart of before is alcoholic cirrhosis, caused by prolonged overconsumption of alcohol. For most alcoholics, it takes twenty to thirty years for their drinking to cause enough damage to lead to cirrhosis, but some do manage it faster, in about five to ten. Vladimir had just turned twenty-three.

(I’ll point out that unlike the earlier mystery of Kasatonov’s teenage alcohol consumption in Leningrad, Vladimir was under supervision almost twenty-four seven, and had been since he was sixteen years old, since he had been raised in CSKA’s junior system. He could have certainly stolen some time to binge drink enough to make him acutely sick, but the liver is a resilient organ and the volume and constancy of alcohol consumption we usually see in someone before they reach cirrhosis seems physically difficult for him to fit in.)

When he was released from the hospital after the surgery, his wife and friends say his doctors advised that he rest and return to training slowly. But the wrecking ball of the Winter Olympics was swinging around again—1984 was coming up soon. His name went back on the roster.

He called Nina like always as CSKA traveled for the regular season, asking about her and the pregnancy. He promised to be home soon, and she promised to wait—but the baby didn’t. She felt pain and called the other wives to take her to the hospital, where their second son Alyoshka had to be delivered by caesarian section on February 1.

The Olympics would start on February 4.

Vladimir ran to Tikhonov and asked him, "Viktor Vasilyevich, please—can I go to my wife?"

Coach Tikhonov asked him, “How will you help her?"

It was the same question he would ask when Andrei Khomutov’s father died. He asked it when Sergei Starikov’s child was in intensive care, and when Alyonka Larionova had a fever and her father had to beg around Moscow’s pharmacies to find syringes for her medicine.

That question, Nina thought, was Coach Tikhonov in a nutshell.

All she needed was “to look at Volodya, at my beloved. I didn't need any more help.” Tikhonov’s own car was sitting right outside—if Tikhonov had let him go, or even driven him, from Arkhangelskoye to the hospital just long enough to see her and back, it would have taken three hours at most, and after that Vladimir would have been willing to die twice for him.

What’s more, if Tikhonov had had Krutov, he might have kept his power and his players from the NHL. Krutov was “the heart and soul” of the Green Unit. He was Alexei Kasatonov and Slava Fetisov's first best friend, and Larionov's too. He would be the last thing that would tie them together. If Krutov had been willing to speak for Tikhonov, he might have stopped Kasatonov and Fetisov splitting apart. As it is, he would be what pulled them back together.

But the team left for the Olympics.

hi! so i know you're big on russian hockey history, etc. can you talk about, in your amazing and incredible engaging narrative nonfiction with photos style, about fetisov and kasatonov on the devils and the whole thing of "they were really good but they hated each other's guts"? i'm a devils fan and i think i might know some pieces of the story, but i feel like if anyone would know more, it's you.

(yes, this was spurred by a post you made, and a quick google search of "nj devils russian players who hated each other" lmao)

thanks!

[Defensemen Vyacheslav Fetisov (2) and Alexei Kasatonov (7) being awkward on the bench. From Devils game footage, 1990. And posing in their Soviet League uniforms in the mid '80s.]

Thank you! I think this is a great question, because the famous version of the story is exactly what you said: They were good together but hated each other.

In that story it has something to do with a manly, unshaven Fetisov fist-fighting commies to get to America and Kasatonov being a commie. But not like a really bad one, because he also came to America and was a really nice guy (also surprisingly has the better facial hair.)

But it’s always smart to ask where a story like that comes from, who tells it, and how.

Thing is, I can’t give you any evidence—any words they’ve said or things they’ve done—that has hate in it. Conflict, trauma, survivor’s guilt and survivor’s anger, sure. But those aren’t hateful.

I think the story that got famous is a little bit...easy. A story where two people both hurt each other and hate each other for it might not be fun, but it isn’t hard. Because in a story like that, even if some harm was done, it was done by someone who was a peer—someone famous for being an equal half of a perfect match—not someone in power. It doesn't challenge anything.

If it was a personal issue, then as long as the two of them just repressed it and kept working, then everybody could enjoy the hockey they gave us, and nothing big or deep or important in our sport had to change.

In the immortal words of Vyacheslav Fetisov:

“You never asked me when I came in 1989 about what is happening. It wasn’t interesting. I went through a tough time, but you didn’t give a shit, and now you want to talk about it 25 years later, but it’s OK.”

Let's talk about this story and challenge some shit.

The two of them say they love each other. They loved each other, and they were abused, and one of them also loved their abuser. Those are three really hard things to do.

This story is about coaching abuse, and what that even is.

I don’t want to say this is the originary trauma of our sport. It’s not. I’m going to mention a number of difficult things that were happening in hockey at the time: I don’t mean to compare, rank, or minimize those in relation to this one, I’d just feel wrong if I didn’t acknowledge them (at the same time, this isn’t comprehensive).

I think it’s just an exemplary story, one that tested how famous a case abuse and violence could get without being questioned: how normalized those things are, and how many coaches and executives learned in the ‘80s what they could get away with. And, too, how there have always been people willing to work together, and to resist systems of violence.

There’s emotional and physical abuse throughout this story. I won’t give graphic descriptions, I will give content notes at the tops of certain sections.

1. A Teaser

It’s just between Christmas and New Year’s, 1977. From the photos I can tell you snow was falling in fat fluffy drifts, the way it does when Montréal decides to get romantic. Two boys who weren’t from there bumped into each other for the first time.

It was the window between their birthdays: one had just turned eighteen, and the other wouldn’t be twenty for a few more weeks, so they could both be there for the second-ever World Junior Championships.

That was the closest they had to common ground. One of the boys had four gold junior medals already, and a bronze from last year’s World Championships with the big boys. The other had never lived alone or really left his country before. The two of them were raised across an old rivalry that was getting worse.

[Dec. 28, 1977. by Doug Ball]

I’m sorry, that’s a picture of Vyacheslav Fetisov meeting Wayne Gretzky. Wayne Gretzky will just, like, also be around for all this

I’m giving you all this one [via Sports Illustrated]

The other boy in that first photo is Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Fetisov, age 19, from the city of Moscow. 6’1”, left-side D, left-hand shot. Just touch a “yuh” sound for a moment and glide into an “ah” when you say the first syllable, not “Vee-ah”; for his last name, land on the second syllable.

Fetisov’s name has been a Cold War shibboleth: for fifteen years, when he played in North America, those were the only time you saw him. You couldn’t watch tape. Officials for Team Canada and Team USA passed around reels like porn. Soviet officials didn’t like anyone to know who their players were or which ones they’d be bringing to any given event, partly because the crest on the front was meant to matter more than the name on the back and partly because of all the kidnapping attempts (we’ll get there). Anglo announcers got the roster the morning of, and guessed.

You had to have precious access to the Soviet players to know. (You had to be, well, Wayne Gretzky). Then Fetisov came to America. He became a “fearless individualist” who “fought the system”, and everybody liked that.

If you’ve seen Miracle, you’ve heard Al Michaels’ second crack at his legendary calls. You’ll hear him say feh-TEA-sov several times, over the moments when he said something more like FED-ih-soff. Twenty years later, the producers thought that American hockey fans would think it was the movie’s mistake if they used the real audio. Americans had adopted Fetisov into our hearts, and learned to say his name—learned to tolerate his Russian-ness—and in going that forgot and then wrote over what hockey’s Cold War had really been like for him. Of course, maybe the producers were wrong at the time—but now the movie’s been around for almost twenty years itself.

He always calls himself Slava.

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Addio a Fredie, l’uomo più vecchio del mondo aveva 116: si faceva le sigarette con i giornali

Addio a Fredie, l’uomo più vecchio del mondo aveva 116: si faceva le sigarette con i giornali

Addio a Fredie, l’uomo più vecchio del mondo aveva 116. Si è spento in Sudafrica l’uomo più vecchio del mondo: aveva 116 anni. Non essendoci prove certe sulla sua data di nascita, il Guinness World Record sta verificando la validità del record. Secondo quanto racconta la moglie Janneta, l’uomo Fredie Blom adorava ballare ma ancora di più fumare il tabacco che rollava usando la carta dei giornali.

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निराधार कोरोनाग्रस्त आजीवर जीवाची परवा न करता अंत्यसंस्कार करणारा प्रमोद मांडवे... जाती-पाती सोडून कोरोनाग्रस्त आजीची सेवा करणारा प्रमोद मांडवे... गरीब शेतकरी आजोबाला डॉक्टर इंजेक्शन करत नाही म्हणून भांडणारा प्रमोद मांडवे... जेष्ठ नागरीकांना पेन्शन व योजनांचा लाभ मिळवून देणारा प्रमोद मांडवे... निराधार वृद्ध जेष्ठ नागरिकांना आसरा देणारा प्रमोद मांडवे... निराधार वृद्धांचा आधार...प्रमोद मांडवे तडीपार... #IsupportPm #PramodBhau #PramodMandave #Pramod #Mandve #Bhausaheb #ShivShakti #Social #Foundation #NGO #प्रमोदपर्व #PMyouthForce #Kadegaon #युवानायक #बहुजननायक #JanNeta #जननेता #Pramodism #PramodSpeaks Fb.com/PramodMandave11 Twitter.com/PramodMandave11 www.PramodMandave.com www.PramodMandave.net www.ShivShaktiNgo.com PramodMandave11.business.site @pramodmandave11 @pmyouthforce @shivshaktisocialfoundation (at Kadegaon, Maharashtra, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPUnXN4LGv6/?utm_medium=tumblr

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तू बुडताना मी तुझ्याकडे धावलो... ते....मदतीला नव्हे... तर सोबतीला... नाही तरी... मला तरी कुठे येतय पोहायला... या उक्तीप्रमाणे पोहायला न येता एखाद्याला पाण्यात उडी मारून वाचवायला जाणे म्हणजे कदाचित नवलच म्हणावे लागेल... कडेगाव तालुक्यात सुद्धा असचं घडलं आहे ..प्रमोद मांडवे यांच्या पुढाकाराने ज्या महामारीने आत्ता सर्वत्र हाहाकार माजवला आहे त्या महामारीला न घाबरता जनसामान्यांना वाचवण्यासाठी न डगमगता प्रमोदपर्वाने पाहुले टाकली आहेत .. पारनेर चे आमदार निलेश लंके यांनी 1100 बेडचे कोविड सेन्टर उभा केले पण तसा पाहायला गेलं तर त्यांच्याकडे थोडी का होईना पॉवर आणि संपत्ती आहेच.. पण हिते मात्र कडेगाव तालुका कोविड हेल्पलाई टीम कडे कोणतेही साधन नसताना तालुक्यात पाहिले विलगिकरंण कोविड सेन्टर येतगाव फाटा येथे उभारले गेले मा. प्रमोद मांडवे यांच्या अथक प्रयत्नांनमुळे जवळपास 1 लाख रुपयांचा निधी ह्या कोविड सेन्टर साठी मिळवून देण्यात आला .. जिथं कमी तिथं आम्ही... ह्या उक्ती प्रमाणे प्रमोद मांडवे , सुरज जगताप , समीर तांबोळी आणि सहकारी यांच्या मदतीच्या भावनेमुळे कोरोनामृत आजीवर विधिपूर्वक अंतसंस्कार केले गेले .. अर्थातच प्रमोद मांडवे हे कधी सोशल मीडियावर झळकले नाहीत मात्र लोकांच्यात राहून काम करण्याचा त्यांचा हा स्वभाव लाख मोलाचा आहे.. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 #IsupportPm #PramodBhau #PramodMandave #Bhausaheb #ShivShakti #प्रमोदपर्व #PMyouthForce #Kadegaon #युवानायक #बहुजननायक #JanNeta #जननेता #Pramodism #PramodSpeaks #COVID19 #coronawarriors #covid https://www.instagram.com/p/CPMtB4grt1h/?utm_medium=tumblr

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#IsupportPm #PramodBhau #PramodMandave #Pramod #Mandve #Bhausaheb #ShivShakti #Social #Foundation #NGO #प्रमोदपर्व #PMyouthForce #Kadegaon #युवानायक #बहुजननायक #JanNeta #जननेता #Pramodism #PramodSpeaks #covid19 #coronawarrior #coronavirus #CoronaWarriors Fb.com/PramodMandave11 Twitter.com/PramodMandave11 www.PramodMandave.com www.PramodMandave.net www.ShivShaktiNgo.com PramodMandave11.business.site @pramodmandave11 @pmyouthforce @shivshaktisocialfoundation @drvijayraomahadik (at Kadegaon, Maharashtra, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPKHxu0r_BL/?utm_medium=tumblr