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(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….


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.. :)))

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 :)..

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.. :)

ANWESA said…
u neednt thank me now :P
ANWESA said…
Jogeshwar said…
that was a sweet dedication. belated birthday wishes to Nikhil.
ANWESA said…
may the book never finish..

so sweet lines dear...

very well said
ANWESA said…

Thanks !!!!

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