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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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Nikhil Menon said…
fact! :)

btw,what is the 2.0 now?? :P

Love,
Nikhil
August 1, 2010 at 7:31 PM
Thousif Raza said…
nice :)


take care and kep writing......
August 2, 2010 at 4:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Meera,
Thanks dear ! I've been to your blog. Will put up your award soon.
August 3, 2010 at 2:04 PM
Anwesa said…
@Mayz,
*Smiles back*
August 3, 2010 at 2:05 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikhil,

:)

If Web 2.0 is here, should Anwe-ism be far behind ? :P
August 3, 2010 at 2:06 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
:) Thanks baby ! :)
August 3, 2010 at 2:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks ! :)
August 3, 2010 at 2:08 PM
Anwesa said…
@Aditi,
Thanks ! :)
August 3, 2010 at 2:08 PM
Bikram 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 :)
August 3, 2010 at 5:56 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
Yes,there is a lot to travel.
August 8, 2010 at 4:21 PM
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...
August 12, 2010 at 12:54 AM
Anwesa said…
@How do we know,

:) Nice one !
August 12, 2010 at 10:57 AM
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