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Flowers picked : 75

I was collecting all flowers nature could offer me in this garden. I always counted them. Then came the seventy-fifth one. There was nothing so special about it .Except that I wanted to thank all those who had made my experience beautiful.

The flowers in my hand
Heralded an era of friendship,
A strong bond of trust.
Nostalgia grips me-
Kaleidoscope of memories
Set to glimmer my life

I would like share with you an excerpt from a blogger friend who has added a new zeal to my blogging journey. I’ve already sent it to most of my friends but I’m impelled to post it here again.

P.S Anwesa this if or you
You have literally been a turning point in my life, So Here is an acrostic only for you

As the fragrance of the rose, she makes her presence felt
Natural she is, without a ounce of lie
World seems to slow down, when you read what she writes
Everything from her name to her writing, feels like a sweet melody
Smart, Subtle and Simply Superb you are,
An aura you create anwesa, to mesmerize, which spellbinds everyone

Thanks a lot is the link to his blogpost:
I'm displaying the award he bestowed me with. I'm going to remember this for quite sometime to come.
So my 75th post is here......a warm bear hug to each of you....


яノςんム said…
this is so cute.. really, this person is respects your writings a lot..
congos for the 75th.. way to go :)

hugz back!! :)
75 already, i was here when this happened and if god permits me, i will here for the 750th and also on the 7500th post too

way to go yaar, in just 75 posts you have garnered so much, i wonder what it will be when you reach a thousand......

may you be more successful than you are now, may there never be a sad moment in your life, and may you be always smiling and always happy


and for this post i am truly honored, you are the 1st person who has written abt me,(* a Blogger said he would write something for me on my B'day, he dint, i am still searching for him*) ;)

but honestly, its not you who is humbled, its me, i am very humbled, my days here in mysore were going not so great, but you made it all lively again

thank you, thank you very very much.... :)

take care and keep writing........
Dhanya said…
Congrats on the 75th! Such a sweet dedication :)
Anonymous said…
Beautiful poem! (the acrostic of ur name i mean!)
Hemanth Potluri said…
congrats on reaching the 75 sis :)...that was a beautiful poem u have written and u got a sweet dedication :)...

rabbit said…
lovely dedication to you re...
he respects you a lot.
ANWESA said…
thanx dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
@thousif raza m.b,
**75 already, i was here when this happened and if god permits me, i will here for the 750th and also on the 7500th post too


thanx 4 such loads of gud wishes!!!

**and for this post i am truly honored, you are the 1st person who has written abt me,(* a Blogger said he would write something for me on my B'day, he dint, i am still searching for him*) ;)

may u find him soon!!! :)

keep blogging!!
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
yes,it is...btw,i'v written a poem too- d 6 liner acrostic "THANKS"
ANWESA said…
thanx,thanx n mor thanx!!!!!
ANWESA said…
yes i kno...thanx 4 visiting!!!
Priya said…
That is very sweet and congrats for the 75th post.
Priya Joyce said…
oye congozz on ur 75th sure..u'd be writing..more and more..
of ur beautiful write ups...

lovely dedication for u :)
congozz agn keep writing :)
Arv said…
loved the acrostic play...

take care mate.. cheers...
first of all congratulations for your award and 75th post..

Poem is very cute....

Mayz said…
awww those lines r so cute...

n u totally deserve em :)
75th post, dedicating it to frnd and the is indeed a cute combination :)
ANWESA said…
thanx dear!!!
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
thanx dear!!!it was lovely 2 hear ur words...
ANWESA said…
thanx!!!!do keep visiting...
ANWESA said…
thanx 4 d wishes!!
Anonymous said…
Beautiful :)

A warm bear hug to you too, Anwesa di :)
Rajesh said…
Wow! This is phenomenal...

75!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I write so many posts one day...and u truly deserved such a post from ur friend....m proud 2 knw u :) keep it going...
Anonymous said…
hey dear... happy 75th :) beautiful post... awesome acro! :D

keep writing :)
divya said…
flowers are the most expressive thing on earth..i had written about tht a little while back!
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
ANWESA said…
@miss kido,
thank u dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
thanx!!!i think u'll write quite a large number of posts sum de.
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
yes,flowers do xpress best...
Ria said…
congrats gurl!!nw tht was a wonderfully written post. :)
ANWESA said…
thanx dear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harshita said…
I see my comment disappeared...shuh!
Harshita said…
Anyways.. I read this post yesterday and commented too... pata nahi where the comment ran away.. :D

BTW, dekha tumhara kitna badaa fan club hain...

Abhi toh 75 huye hain... ab aagey badey jaana hain
Keshi said…
I simply love flowers cos they bloom fully right from the start to the end :)

ANWESA said…
comment disappeared...yeh kya ho raha hey?
thanx 4 commenting thrice...mayb blogger is testing ur patience-u kno ur my gr8est admirer on blogger :)
ANWESA said…
yes dear!!flowers r lovely....

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