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ANWE-ISM : TENET XII

A lie can be disguised as truth, when told with tact and skill.
And one day the truth is out.
The disaster it creates is beyond words.

Comments

Tulika said…
Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

Yet... It's the greatest delight.

I Love Anwe-ism. :)
Pooja said…
dat's soelegantly put! loved it!
Nikhil Menon said…
Lovely love.. :)

Nikhil
Dhanya said…
True! As usual...

:)
Priya Joyce said…
wonderful...
and it's often surprising to see actually wonderful that lies are hidden by half truths..tats when it becomes a truly true truth hahah

well said
Hemanth Potluri said…
i totally agree and so true..:)..

urs..hemu..
Anonymous said…
one day ppl will trust me that i am the earliest blogger in the world :P
Me said…
I agree... Gehri baat.
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
aptly said!!
Anwesa said…
@ria,
thanks for coming dear!!!
Anwesa said…
@pooja,
:) thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@multimenon,
*eyes pop out* I know :P
Anwesa said…
@dhanya,
thanks!!!
Anwesa said…
@lil' priya,
:)

thanks dear!!!!

:)
Anwesa said…
@priya,
hi!!nice to see you here...
Anwesa said…
@anil kant,
thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@chriz,
i already do :P
Anwesa said…
@harshita,
:) thanks dear!!!!!
So very true.. great thought
Anwesa said…
@jogi,
thanks!!! All the best for 13th Dec...U'll rock :)

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