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ANWE-ISM : TENET XI

There are no conditions attached to true love.
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Rahul Jain said…
anwesha answer just one question:
Define true love??
November 14, 2009 at 12:16 AM
Nikhil Menon said…
depends on what is true love to you?? :)

Love,
Nikhil
November 14, 2009 at 1:52 AM
Hemanth Potluri said…
Depends on how we take thexmeaning of true love but nicely written sis ...

urs..hemu..
November 14, 2009 at 8:49 AM
Randeep said…
love?? wots it? ;)

Cheers
Randeep
November 14, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Tulika said…
How true !

I completely agree to it. :)

And yes, "You" might be listening. :D
November 14, 2009 at 3:16 PM
Priya Joyce said…
yet again I can just nod :)
November 14, 2009 at 4:10 PM
Anonymous said…
seconded thirded etc :)
agreed wholeheartedly!
very good tenet!
November 14, 2009 at 5:56 PM
Me said…
Yes. That's why we call it Unconditional love may be.
November 15, 2009 at 3:27 AM
paramveer said…
no comitments, no demands!!!!
November 15, 2009 at 7:42 AM
Dhanya said…
Unconditional love... yup, in this selfish world such love can only kill you in the end I guess... :|
November 15, 2009 at 4:22 PM
Thousif Raza said…
you are so very true when you say that mehek, just like ranbir says in apgk

"No conditions, no demands"

take care and keep writing............
November 15, 2009 at 7:10 PM
Rià said…
hmm...true, but being human means having conditions. :P
November 15, 2009 at 11:52 PM
Unknown said…
:)
Didnt know what else to wrie....except for ":)"! :D
November 15, 2009 at 11:55 PM
joie de vivre said…
condition applied ka star laga hota hai likha nai hota ;)
November 17, 2009 at 12:03 AM
Aneesh said…
Mmmm? Well so it seems. Love just happens, there might be underlying unknown conditions
:D
November 17, 2009 at 8:28 PM
Anwesa said…
@rahul,
can't put it in words. its beyond everything.
November 19, 2009 at 11:28 PM
Anwesa said…
@multimenon,
true love according to me...well,i think it has universal meaning. it isnt tailor-made..
November 19, 2009 at 11:30 PM
Anwesa said…
@hemanth,
okay..i ges u can always respect love in different ways of course..
November 19, 2009 at 11:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@randeep,

:)

its a new brand of soft-drink :P
November 19, 2009 at 11:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@tulika,
thanks!!!

@ "you",
i hope tuli s right...
November 19, 2009 at 11:32 PM
Anwesa said…
@harshita,
yup dear!!!
November 19, 2009 at 11:34 PM
Anwesa said…
@paramveer,
yup...can be..true love~no xpectations ...
November 19, 2009 at 11:35 PM
Anwesa said…
@dhanya,
nopes dear!!! it might hurt but never kills...
November 19, 2009 at 11:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@thousif,
hmmm...yeah..
thanks!!
November 19, 2009 at 11:37 PM
Anwesa said…
@ria,
at times,divinity dawns into humans...
November 19, 2009 at 11:37 PM
Anwesa said…
@gagan,
:)

hows life goin dude?
November 19, 2009 at 11:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@joiedevivre,
accha? kabhi kabhi star mitt jata hey...
November 19, 2009 at 11:39 PM
Anwesa said…
@aneesh,
who can tell it better than you ? after all,you've a taste of love,right? :P
November 19, 2009 at 11:40 PM
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