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The only certain thing about life is that it is uncertain.


Meera said…
Just like the only constant is change! :)
kanha said…
diti here!
me alongwith some of your EEE frnds liked it.
feeling was just like as we knew it but couldnt express it before.
Tulika said…
And certainly if you have nothing to comment, it proves how true the lines are.


Hemanth Potluri said…
uncertainty always leads to certainty in life..:)...nicely written sis :)..

Keshi said…
true! who'd hv thought I'd stop blogging right? :) o the uncertainity of what we do today and what we might do tmrw!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to u Anwesa!

Thousif Raza said…
true hai ji.... kulbil aur bilbul true hai.....

take care and keep writing..........
Jogeshwar said…
Uncertainty teaches us a lot.. Probably that makes life the greatest teacher. Well said
ANWESA said…
:) yes :)
ANWESA said…
oh its you!!!!

thanks for coming here :)
ANWESA said…
:) the shorter,the sweeter :)
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ANWESA said…
seasons' greetings to you too!!
ANWESA said…

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