Meaning of cherry red in Hindi

adjective

  1. 1. गहरा लाल (p. gahara lal )
  1. 2. रक्तिम (p. raktim )
  1. 3. गहरा लाल (p. gahara lal )
  2. 4. रक्तिम (p. raktim )

noun

  1. 1. चमकीला लाल रंग (p. chamakila lal ranag )
  1. 2. लोहित (p. lohit )
  1. 3. बदरीरक्त (p. badarirakt )
  1. 4. चमकीला लाल रंग (p. chamakila lal ranag )
  2. 5. लोहित (p. lohit )
  3. 6. बदरीरक्त (p. badarirakt )

Meaning of cherry red in English

noun

  1. 1. a red the color of ripe cherries

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Usage of cherry red in popular culture

1. "A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup"
- Galaxy Craze, The Last Princess

2. "The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track."
- Bret Easton Ellis, Imperial Bedrooms

3. "They always ate and made tea on the alcohol lamp before going to bed. This was quite in the German tradition, Tilda said. Germans in their homes ate six meals a day: breakfast, second breakfast, dinner, afternoon coffee, supper and in the evening tea or beer with sandwiches and kuchen. Betsy, in the cherry-red bathrobe, and Tilda in a blue one, feasted merrily."
- Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy and the Great World / Betsy's Wedding

4. "It hit him that his own form of loneliness was a luxury, one as chosen and as paid for as three weeks in Kenya's velds or a cherry red Ferrari. Real loneliness wasn't something an assistant scoped out and got a good price on. Real loneliness was smothering and it stank of hopelessness."
- Douglas Coupland, Miss Wyoming

5. "Betsy’s arm shot out, and my cheek suddenly stung. What the hell? I said, trying to figure out what had happened. A cherry-red jellybean was in my lap. I held it up. Every time you tense up, every time you turn that handsome face into an undertaker’s mask, I am going to hit you with a jellybean, Betsy explained, as if the whole thing were quite reasonable."
- Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

6. "A fist, delicate and lily white, punched out of the snow and smacked Daniel in the nose. He jerked backward, his feet slipped, and he landed on his backside. He looked at the hole in the snow made by the fist and saw Grace’s cherry-red nose poking out of the snowdrift. He suspected his nose was now the same color, and not because of the cold. Well, it’s certainly nice to see you boys. Grace smiled and pulled her nose back out of sight."
- Mary Connealy, Calico Canyon

7. "And the Queen was there, in front of her. She was much taller than Tiffany, but just as slim; her hair was long and black, her face pale, her lips cherry red, her dress black and white and red. And it was all, very slightly, wrong. Tiffany’s Second Thoughts said: It’s because she’s perfect. Completely perfect. Like a doll. No one real is as perfect as that. That’s not you, said Tiffany, with absolute certainty. That’s just your dream of you. That’s not you at all. The Queen’s smile disappeared for a moment and came back all edgy and brittle. Such rudeness, and you hardly know me, she said, sitting down on the leafy seat. She patted the space beside her."
- Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

8. "Nevertheless" you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish for the multitude of seeds. What better food than apple seeds - the fruit within the fruit - locked in like counter-curved twin hazelnuts? Frost that kills the little rubber-plant - leaves of kok-sagyyz-stalks, can't harm the roots; they still grow in frozen ground. Once where there was a prickley-pear - leaf clinging to a barbed wire, a root shot down to grow in earth two feet below; as carrots from mandrakes or a ram's-horn root some- times. Victory won't come to me unless I go to it; a grape tendril ties a knot in knots till knotted thirty times - so the bound twig that's under- gone and over-gone, can't stir. The weak overcomes its menace, the strong over- comes itself. What is there like fortitude! What sap went through that little thread to make the cherry red!"
- Quote by Marianne Moore

9. "Today, and let us celebrate this fact, We can eat the light of our beloved, warmed by compassion or cooled by intellectual feeling. And if we are surprised, and some of us disappointed, that the light is now only green - well, such was the vital probability awaiting us. We have, after all, an increase in the energy available for further evolution; we can use the energy of our position relative to the probabilities in the future to reach the future we desire. The full use of this energy is just beginning to be explored, and we have the opportunity open to few generations to create our best opportunities. We must not slacken in our desire now if we desire a future. The pressure of probabilities on the present increases the momentum of evolution, and as the voluble helix turns, and turns us away from our improbable satiation, we can see that the shadow cast on the present from the future is not black but rainbowed, brilliant with lemon yellow, plum-purple, and cherry-red. I have no"
- William S. Wilson, Why I Don't Write Like Franz Kafka

10. "You Never Can Tell" It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale, But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53, They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to"
- Quote by Chuck Berry