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ANWE-ISM : THE NINTH TENET

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..
rainboy said…
happy diwali to you too...
Nikhil Menon said…
Happy Diwali kiddo.. :)

Love,
Nikhil
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..........
Unknown 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!

Keshi.
Rià said…
well said and happy diwali to u too!!
how true :) Hope you enjoyed a great diwali
Me said…
Completely agree.
deeps said…
one who never fails to succeed then? oops :-P
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.
Neethu said…
so whos the mother of failure?
Anwesa said…
@neethu,
an attempt/a risk/the never-say-die spirit ---- mother of failure.

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