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Each victory is the child of a failure.
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Happy Diwali to all my readers !!!!!
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Hemanth Potluri said…
nicely said sis :)...and thats true :)..


Happy Diwali to u to sis :)..

urs..hemu..
October 17, 2009 at 8:13 AM
rainboy said…
happy diwali to you too...
October 17, 2009 at 11:20 AM
Nikhil Menon said…
Happy Diwali kiddo.. :)

Love,
Nikhil
October 17, 2009 at 4:52 PM
Ajai said…
well put.. happy diwali to u too. :)
October 17, 2009 at 6:53 PM
alok said…
wish you a very happy deepavali too.
October 18, 2009 at 2:27 AM
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..........
October 18, 2009 at 12:10 PM
Unknown said…
Happy Diwali! Hope the festival of lights brightens your life forever and ever! :)
October 19, 2009 at 8:12 PM
Keshi said…
Happy Diwali to u Anwesa! :)

did u write that? I mean

**Each victory is the child of a failure.

thats just fabulous!

Keshi.
October 20, 2009 at 4:10 AM
Rià said…
well said and happy diwali to u too!!
October 20, 2009 at 12:26 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
how true :) Hope you enjoyed a great diwali
October 20, 2009 at 9:56 PM
Me said…
Completely agree.
October 21, 2009 at 5:17 PM
deeps said…
one who never fails to succeed then? oops :-P
October 23, 2009 at 2:17 PM
Anwesa said…
@deeps,
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.
October 23, 2009 at 3:01 PM
Neethu said…
so whos the mother of failure?
October 29, 2009 at 10:30 PM
Anwesa said…
@neethu,
an attempt/a risk/the never-say-die spirit ---- mother of failure.
October 29, 2009 at 11:31 PM
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