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This award goes to:


All of them deserve it well.They can display it,reward it to somebody they like and be happy.Keep blogging and strengthening this bond.Congrats to all of you.

Ab thoda muh mitha ho jaaye-Indian style!!!!Its kesar burfi...a topping on the award...


Rajesh said…
Congrats to all the winners
ANWESA said…
hey rajesh,thanx 4 visiting.
Anonymous said…
ya congrats to them indeed...!!
but do link them na anwesa...its difficult to know their blogs when u only write their name and no blogroll also...!!
Aneesh said…
Thanks dear, for choosing me :)

I've seen your name in Keshi's list, otherwise I would've chosen you too for the award :)

'coz If I deserve, you too deserve it.

"N congrats to others for winning the award!
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 d compliment..
ANWESA said…
i think i'v solved ur problem by adding a blog list..
RiverSoul said…
Congratulations to every winner.
Its a prestigious award.
And all of the winners deserve it.
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 visiting..
brocasarea said…
congrats to the winners:)...[hope i get it some day]
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 visiting..aapka no. bhi aayega..
wooow... i m so new to this world. thanks. speechless... thanks again.
ANWESA said…
welcum my boy!
*~*{Sameera}*~* said…
Thanks dear!So sweet :)

Loved the kesar burfi ;)
Pooja said…
hey dear...

ANWESA said…
ur most welcum!
Gagan said…
Am honoured to get an award....i dont know if i deserve it or not....but yes, i am thrilled to see my name up there....and ya, I love mithai tooooo! :D :P
ANWESA said…
well,if i'm d judge,u deserve..welcum..

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