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God is a mathematician.


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WarmSunshine said…
He sure is... what makes you say this in this post? :)
Ria said…
oops but i hate maths!
Neeha said…
Maths is damn easy..can't compare..
Ajay Kontham said…
Yeah. He sure is a Mathematician.
And much more. :P

But what made you say so??
Bikramjit said…
how did u figure that out :)

Bikram's
rainboy said…
I don't like maths :P
Thousif Raza said…
tell me about it!!!! and explain it please... i wanna hear you vesion of it :)



take care and keep writing..........
1+1-2, but he added 1 adam+1 eve =a gazillion people
ANWESA said…
@Warmsunshine,
He gives us joys and sorrows in such optimized manner that is so precise. We are a gazillion persons out here and I'm eager to know how He does that.
ANWESA said…
@Lil' Priya,

:) You got the logic as well ?
ANWESA said…
@Ria,
hehe... :P
ANWESA said…
@Neeha,
Not so. Huge numbers.
ANWESA said…
@Ajay,
Told it before in the comments section :)
ANWESA said…
@Dhanya,
Looks like you're shocked. God is a true mathematician.
ANWESA said…
@Bikramjit,
Explained above :)
ANWESA said…
@rainboy,

:grins:
ANWESA said…
@Scribbling Girl,
:)
ANWESA said…
@Thousif,
Mentioned my version. Now your take on it.
ANWESA said…
@Jane,
It was a "+" , it was "*".

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