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TO A FRIEND ON HIS BIRTHDAY.....

(I seriously do not know how to wish you. A trillion thoughts came to my mind. None of them lasted for more than a second.)



When you ran into me, it was a bright sunny morning.



A few words quickly became a volume....of words.



The language known yet very rarely used.



Pages unfolded and you seemed to be an open book.



I still read the book. You add pages to it.



May the book never finish !





Wishing a truly special friend a very happy birthday !!!!


Be the way you are….forever….









Comments

MultiMenon said…
Thank you ever soo much anu..Words would fail if I am to tell you,how happy I feel ryt now.. :) Na,this book will never finish.. :)))

Love,
Nikhil
Thousif Raza said…
many many happy returns of the day to you nikhil... :)

thats a really nice post mehek.... :)


take care and keep writing............
Ria said…
happy b'day bro!! :)
Hemanth Potluri said…
birthday wishes to u bro :)..

urs..hemu..
Chocolate Lover said…
Happy birthday Nikhil ! :))
Tulika said…
Wish you a very Happiee B'Day Nikhil.

May your Friendship always rocks !!

:) :)
MultiMenon said…
Dear all,

Thanks soo much for ur wishes.. :)

Love
ANWESA said…
@MM,
u neednt thank me now :P
ANWESA said…
@Thousif,
thanks!!!!
Jogeshwar said…
that was a sweet dedication. belated birthday wishes to Nikhil.
ANWESA said…
@Jogi,
thanks!!!
may the book never finish..

so sweet lines dear...

very well said
ANWESA said…
@redemption......,

Thanks !!!!

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