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ANWE-ISM : TENET XVII

We are not always wrong. But it pays to comprehend things in the right perspective.
P.S.: It'll be a new year tomorrow. Greetings !

Comments

Meera said…
Correcct madam ji. :D Happy happy new year to you sweety! :)
MultiMenon said…
totally!!! :)
Happy New Year love.. :)

Nikhil
Thousif Raza said…
right on ma'am... wish the same and more to you :)


take care and keep writing.............
Chocolate Lover said…
You have been awarded.. check out my blog :)
Mayz said…
m neva wrong...jus implementation is a bit of an issue
Priya Joyce said…
yehsss perspective is the word...

!!

Happy new yr :):)
Harshita said…
Wish u a happy new year too :)
rainboy said…
Happy new year :D
tc n hugs
Tulika said…
Happie New Year !!

May the new year bring joy n prosperity.

And yes.. I agree with the one liner !
Ria said…
well said dear!!
Fill your life with Happiness & Bright Cheer,
Bring to u Joy and Prosperity for the whole Year,
And it’s my New Year wish 4u Dear.
Wishing u a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.
ANWESA said…
@meera,
:)
thanks!!!!!!!!!
ANWESA said…
@MM,
:)
happy new yr to you too!!
ANWESA said…
@thousif,
:)
:)
thanks!!!
ANWESA said…
@chocolate lover,
thanks!!!
ANWESA said…
@mayz,
never wrong ?? aren't you human ? :O :P
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
:)

lotsa love :)
ANWESA said…
@harshita,
happy new year ji!!!
ANWESA said…
@rainboy,
happy wala new year ji!!!

*hugs back*

:)
ANWESA said…
@tuli,
happy new year dear!!

thanks for dropping by!!!
ANWESA said…
@ria,
thanks dear!!!
ANWESA said…
@AD,
thanks dear!!!!!!!!!!!!lotsa love :)
Jogeshwar said…
and I might just be right as well.. well said..
ANWESA said…
@jogi,
yes,can be :)

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