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ANWE-ISM :THE TENTH TENET

The colour of one's soul is reflected in deeds, not in words.

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Dhanya said…
True! (And yet again..)
Amal Bose said…
thats so true.. its wat u do that counts not wat u say u can..
soin said…
but sometimes u cant do what u want to or have to do.. but the heart yearns for it still..free
Leo said…
simple and true! :)
sAu said…
Yeah ..
Its absolutely true.

Action Of Reaction tells everything ..
Jogeshwar said…
How true.... congratulations on ten.. waiting for many more to come
Thousif Raza said…
so beautifully said, so beautifully, excellent as always :)




take care and keep writing............
Harshita said…
Well said... so wats the color of my soul?? ;)
Priya Joyce said…
you're simply so wise re :)

hw true..
Hemanth Potluri said…
so nice sis...and the truth reflects in it...

urs..hemu..
ANWESA said…
@all those who've read and cared to react,

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!
ANWESA said…
@soin,
hmmm...but then you always do what you want to,sooner or later.In a different way.
ANWESA said…
@Harshita,
truth is the color of your soul dear!!
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
a special thanks to you!!!
lotsa love...

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