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Each victory is the child of a failure.
Happy Diwali to all my readers !!!!!


Hemanth Potluri said…
nicely said sis :)...and thats true :)..

Happy Diwali to u to sis :)..

VickY said…
happy diwali to you too...
MultiMenon said…
Happy Diwali kiddo.. :)

AJai said…
well put.. happy diwali to u too. :)
alok said…
wish you a very happy deepavali too.
Thousif Raza said…
well said mehek :)

and a very very happy diwali to you too, be safe and be smiling always ok :)

take care and keep writing..........
Gagan said…
Happy Diwali! Hope the festival of lights brightens your life forever and ever! :)
Keshi said…
Happy Diwali to u Anwesa! :)

did u write that? I mean

**Each victory is the child of a failure.

thats just fabulous!

Ria said…
well said and happy diwali to u too!!
Jogeshwar said…
how true :) Hope you enjoyed a great diwali
Harshita said…
Completely agree.
deeps said…
one who never fails to succeed then? oops :-P
ANWESA said…
somebody who never fails....
I'm not talking of Utopian creatures. I'm talking of fellows like me- who live life the hard way-learn through experience.

If you know someone who hasn't ever failed,please do let me know. I just wanna make him/her my God,Saviour and everything else.
Neethu said…
so whos the mother of failure?
ANWESA said…
an attempt/a risk/the never-say-die spirit ---- mother of failure.

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