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Life has a deeper meaning - incomparable to the stacks of money and influence of power.


Hemanth Potluri said…
yes...everyone is still busy knowing the meaning ...leaving so much of memorable moments..

Tulika said…

I guess the Geniuses we name with awe today, looked for the meaning and not of life in shallow materialistic sense. We are so much busy making the two ends meet that we stop looking for the significance of Life.

Anwe-ism- I Love it!
Priya Joyce said…
tats only a few discover that meaning :)
Pooja said…
True, absolutely!
Thousif Raza said…
kya bolun????, you have only said everything mehek

great as usual :)

take care and keep writing......
Sandeep Balan said…
yup...Life is a negotiation...a never ending one....beatifully done anwesa!!
Jogeshwar said…
and yes, indeed :)
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…

yes dear!!! you are so right..
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
yes..quite a few.
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ANWESA said…
:) thanks!
ANWESA said…
:) thanks for coming here :)

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