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ANWE-ISM 2.0

When I was a child, I wished to travel till the ends of the world.
When I grew up, I realized the world has no ends.

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Me-Era* said…
Lovely thought.

Visit my blog! ;)
Nikhil Menon said…
fact! :)

btw,what is the 2.0 now?? :P

Love,
Nikhil
Thousif Raza said…
nice :)


take care and kep writing......
ANWESA said…
@Meera,
Thanks dear ! I've been to your blog. Will put up your award soon.
ANWESA said…
@Mayz,
*Smiles back*
ANWESA said…
@Nikhil,

:)

If Web 2.0 is here, should Anwe-ism be far behind ? :P
ANWESA said…
@Lil' Priya,
:) Thanks baby ! :)
ANWESA said…
@Thousif,
Thanks ! :)
ANWESA said…
@Aditi,
Thanks ! :)
Bikramjit said…
yes it has no end .. but no harm in still trying to travel as far as one can go ..

there are so many beuaties in this lovely world, so many beautiful people ot meet, so much expereince to gain SO MUCH OF EVERYTHING TO GET...

what say :)
ANWESA said…
@Bikramjit,
Yes,there is a lot to travel.
How do we know said…
my related one liner - they always told us, the sky is the limit.. and then we found out, there is no sky.. there never was...
ANWESA said…
@How do we know,

:) Nice one !

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WAITING FOR YOU

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Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
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P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017