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ANWE-ISM : A NEW FLAVOUR

The love of a single person is enough to combat the hatred of the whole world.

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Priya Joyce said…
yehsss upto an extent :)
Suruchi said…
true true true...i believe it is not the systems that keep the world moving-it is only love.

without it nothing else matters:-)
Fatima said…
Its so true..but to get the love of that one person is the only thing that's sometimes out of reach :/

TC
Arv said…
certainly enough to move things to an extent :)
☆ Rià ღ said…
hmm...nice thought. :)
Thousif Raza said…
that is absolutely rgt :) awesome line :)

Take care and keep writing....
Randeep said…
True. Well said.

Cheers
Randeep
Yes indeed..

Well put..
Erika said…
I believe that's so true.

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